Bab 347: 109 Compensation Required by President Mu (10)_4

That morning, Qin Mu and Mu Yichen were nestled on the sofa scrolling through Weibo, or more accurately, Qin Mu was the one scrolling through Weibo.

Mu Yichen glanced at it unintentionally, his eyes paused for a moment before he looked down at the ring on his hand, his long lashes hiding any expression in his eyes, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Qin Mu didn't speak; she was in his arms, looking at it, and she thought he understood.

Huanhuan stood by the coffee table, drinking yogurt, feeling a bit sad that mom and dad were cuddled on the sofa ignoring her, so she quickly walked over with her yogurt, wriggled, and squeezed in between them.

All the little thoughts Mu Yichen and Qin Mu had were pushed aside by the sudden intrusion of this little girl.

Mu Yichen raised his hand and gently stroked her head, and Huanhuan energetically rubbed her head against the palm of his hand.