Mu Shaocheng domineeringly insisted on taking Qin Wan to Qingyun Sound Studio.
So Qin Wan got into his car.
In the passenger seat, Qin Wan buckled her seatbelt and lazily turned to look at him.
She just happened to meet Mu Shaocheng's gaze, which held depth and focus.
She blinked.
Confused, she asked, "Why are you staring at me?"
"It's so hot today, aren't you hot wearing long sleeves and pants?"
Mu Shaocheng had been fine not mentioning it.
Once he did, Qin Wan glared at him with a flushed, angry face, "Is it what I wanted?"
"Did I dress you?"
Mu Shaocheng unashamedly raised an eyebrow.
Qin Wan wanted to rip his mouth apart, "You didn't dress me, but didn't you leave these marks on me?"
"Don't I also have marks on me? It was an equal exchange, no need to make it sound like I abuse you."
"..."
Qin Wan turned her head away, disowning him.
Mu Shaocheng saw her anger and snorted arrogantly.
He started the car and took to the road.