If it weren't for the waiter coming over to help her with her coat, Mu Yichen would never have imagined the "ordinary style" his wife mentioned was like this.
Although beauty was a feast for the eyes, the staff's professionalism deserved recognition; the staff member took her coat and left. Qin Mu stood with her bag in front of him, and, because it was too quiet, she looked up and saw his angry gaze, as if he was about to hit her any moment.
Qin Mu tossed her hair back: "Now you can't see it at all!"
"What do you want to be seen?"
Mu Yichen stepped forward, as if he was going to break her bones.
"Gentle!"
Qin Mu protested softly.
But it still drew attention.
Her hand was on his, and if he really broke her bones, she would have to lie in bed for a while, which would be miserable.
Mu Yichen's heart suddenly softened like water, as if a dried-up dam had been filled.
Her smile, like a little Angel, attracted all his attention.
