Qin Mu was just listening, thinking about how the family used to get along so well, and so she believed Qin Haiming's words.
"But last time Old Master Jing met you, he didn't make things difficult for you anymore, did he?"
Qin Haiming lifted his tea and asked again.
"Hmm!"
"Those unpleasant things..."
Qin Haiming didn't finish his sentence, a flicker of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and then he lowered his head to sip his tea.
Qin Mu raised her eyes, looking at him calmly.
Knowing what he was thinking about, she also lowered her head.
Qin Mu arrived home before dinner; everyone was already seated in the dining room, ready to eat, except Mu Yichen, who mentioned he had a social engagement that would make him return late tonight.
She sat down after coming back, and everyone started eating.
"Is your father's injury better now?"
Mu Zihao asked her.
"Should be. I heard he's already starting to work again."
Qin Mu replied.
