Qiao Yi stood there, staring up at him with a blank expression, and as he seriously put on his coat, she even detected the scent of adultery.
"Clarify what?"
"None of your business!" Mu Yichen glanced at him indifferently and left without caring about the ambiguity in his eyes.
That night, when he returned, Qin Mu was still sprawled on the sofa waiting for him. Seeing him come back, she unconsciously stood up from the sofa, her demeanor already weakened by half.
"You're back!"
"Why haven't you slept yet?"
He walked up and stood in front of her without touching her, hands in his pockets, brows furrowed, and just coldly looked at her.
"I was waiting for you."
Suddenly, Mu Yichen lowered his head and chuckled softly, "Still waiting for me when you already have a darling?"
Qin Mu's words, he didn't believe them at all.
He knew she dared not love, nor would she love, and he found himself damned well knowing everything.