Against the light, Mu Yiliang couldn't even see his eyebrows and eyes clearly. The distinct contours of his face were half obscured, but his gaze was almost tangible, burning with intensity that made one's heart panic.
Mu Yiliang's heart suddenly felt a pang of bitterness.
"Mommy, stay and have dinner!" Xiaoze pleaded pitifully, "Stay with me a bit longer."
Mu Yiliang hesitated, instinctively glancing at Yan Sijue.
Yan Sijue, having come over by now, noticed her gaze and smirked self-mockingly: "I'm leaving soon."
"…Wait a minute." She couldn't help but speak, standing up to look at him, "I have something to talk to you about."
Yan Sijue clenched his fists, his voice turning hoarse: "Then come with me."
Mu Yiliang was taken aback for a moment, telling Xiaoze, "Mommy will be right back," before following Yan Sijue's footsteps.
However, to her surprise, Yan Sijue headed straight to the garage.
She thought he only wanted to avoid Xiaoze…
