"Even if you are angry because mama scolded me a few times, you can't keep tormenting me like this, can you? I'm almost tortured to death!"
Qin Mu muttered.
"Mrs. Mu, are you using the trick of suffering to gain sympathy?"
Mu Yichen's hoarse voice asked her, looking at her eyes with nothing but helplessness and distress.
"Who said that? I'm clearly using my charms!"
Qin Mu retorted, her long lashes lifting gradually, her sparkling eyes slowly fixed on the man before her, wishing for everything to calm down.
Mu Yichen chuckled, his gaze still sharp as ever, making Qin Mu's heart tighten.
"So charm doesn't work?"
Her voice was so low she could barely hear it herself.
The man holding her let out a wicked laugh: It works.
——
"So, have you admitted your mistake?"
After taking another drag of his cigarette, he pinched the cigarette between two fingers and squinted at the smoke, then glanced coolly at her.
What mistake should she admit?