Qin Mu just listened silently, not chatting with him.
As for feeling sorry...
Qin Mu thought he was deliberately acting cold, so she paid him no attention.
"Dad and Mom called and asked about you, telling you not to worry about things at home, and to focus on recovering."
Mu Yichen sat by the bed, looking at her sideways as he spoke.
Qin Mu just turned her head again to grab her sketchpad, then bent her knees to continue drawing.
Her hand was bruised from the IV needle, but she didn't mind, just focused on her work.
Mu Yichen looked at her and felt that she was saying to him: Just go already, don't interrupt my work.
"And about that two million you transferred to my phone the other night, what's that supposed to mean?"
Seeing that the sympathy tactic didn't work, Mu Yichen put it away and asked her in a cold tone.
"Wasn't it your money we used to buy the car last time?"
Qin Mu replied, in a tone even colder than his.
