After a pause, Qin Mu narrowed his dark eyes slightly and continued speaking, "I hope… Mrs. Qin, you won't let me down."
Mu Wan's heart skipped a beat as she watched the tall man directly settle into the back seat, motioning for his assistant to drive. Seeing this, Mu Wan carried her drawing board and also sat in the back seat.
"Madam… would you like to put your drawing board in the trunk? Isn't carrying it like this tiring?"
"It's fine, I'm used to carrying it…"
"Alright…"
Hearing this, the corner of Qin Mu's mouth curled into a faint sneer.
Used to carrying it…
It's more that she couldn't let go of the artwork inside her drawing board.
For example... the man playing basketball.
Qin Mu increasingly felt… damn, he really was being cuckolded.
...
When Mu Wan followed Qin Mu into the private dining room at the restaurant, Mr. Paul had already been waiting for a while.
"Sorry for being late. Something came up today…"
