Fu Huan asked bluntly.
Xiaomei whispered in Qin Mu's ear, "Although we're not as in sync as they are right now, by the time we reach their age, we will definitely be that in sync."
Qin Mu...
A pair of bright, dark eyes couldn't help but look at Xiaomei, who was tilting her chin up confidently, nearly making Qin Mu laugh, but in the end she just helplessly lowered her head and continued to work.
Models had already lined up backstage, and in an hour, the show would begin.
"Miss Qin, Mr. Mu's father and mother have arrived, and so has Little Huanhuan,"
Yang Qianxi suddenly ran in and said.
Qin Mu turned to look, then handed her needlework to Xiaomei, "I have to go and greet them."
Xiaomei, aware of Qin Mu's concerns, nodded in understanding, took her work, and then Qin Mu nodded to Fu Huan and the others as a greeting before she left.