"Alright."
Mu Shaochen's eyes darkened.
The aura around him suddenly turned cold.
With his long fingers, he pressed the end call button and tossed the phone back onto the table.
"At Director Li's dinner tomorrow night, I need to accompany Aqing. You've never liked that kind of place, so just rest at home. I'll mention it to Director Li."
Mu Shaochen's voice carried a hint of coldness.
Qin Wan, who was nearly finished with her plain rice, slowly lifted her head.
Her clear eyes were undisturbed.
It seemed as if she didn't care about his words at all.
"Alright, you guys go."
Mu Shaochen's lips thinned as he picked up his chopsticks again to serve her some food.
Just as he began,
she added coolly, "Fu Minghan's injury won't heal anytime soon; he definitely won't be able to attend the dinner. I'll go to the hospital and talk with him then."
As soon as she said this,
the atmosphere in the dining room instantly tensed.