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Qin Mu finished speaking, turned around, and strode out.
Mu Yichen turned to look at the still-open drawer, this woman was completely unfazed by threats.
He had been so serious, yet she had managed to avoid the topic with such ease.
Did she really understand that he wouldn't let her go?
As soon as he descended the stairs, he saw his mother watching him, and Mu Yichen lowered his head and chuckled, "Mom, when did you become someone who enjoys watching the excitement?"
"Your father says that if the two of you keep arguing, you'll argue another grandson into existence for me, so here I am, waiting with nothing to do but enjoy the show," she replied.
Mu Yichen examined his mother, who always dressed modestly and elegantly but whose temperament he found to be somewhat...
Like Qin Mu?
He was startled by this realization.
Today, he wore a white shirt, carried a suit jacket over his shoulder, hooked by a finger as he walked out the door.