Qin Mu heard Gu Mochen's words and the smile on his lips curled slightly, his dark eyes moving softly.
Indeed, he's my brother-in-law.
It really wasn't wrong...
"Not for now, if I need it, I won't be polite with you since we're family."
"Hmm!"
...
After hanging up the phone, Qin Mu proactively pushed his wheelchair towards the lounge.
Inside the lounge.
Mu Wan sat quietly on the sofa, with a drawing board in front of her, sketching the outline of the building outside the window.
Hmm, Qin Mu is sick, and she also wanted to draw a few sketches of the man; it could be kept as a memory in the future.
Mu Wan realized this was the eighteenth time she thought of the man since being alone, and couldn't help but mockingly dislike herself.
She promised to be angry and not think about the man...
Mu Wan's lips curled slightly; indeed... she couldn't control herself.
Mu Wan was filled with disdain in her heart, yet her hands holding the paintbrush didn't stop.
