Mu Shaochen intentionally blew hot air into her ear.
Her ear turned red from the heat, and she cursed "psychopath" in her heart.
She smiled, playing along with his act, "No need, I'll have a few words with Grandma and then I'll do it."
"Alright, then I'll assist you in a while."
Mu Shaochen put on the facade of a good husband.
Qin Wan didn't want to deal with him anymore.
She bowed her head to pull her hand away, but he gripped it tighter and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of her hand.
Only then did he let go.
In front of everyone.
As if they were incredibly affectionate.
Whether the other two believed it or not, Mu Shaochen didn't know.
But Grandma Mu did believe it.
And she smiled with a face full of relief and satisfaction.
So much so that, as Qin Wan approached the sofa, she was pulled by her to sit on the other side.
The elderly lady, with her excellent eyesight, immediately noticed the faint kiss mark on her neck and burst into joy.