"The result? You don't need to know."
Mu Qianshui spoke coldly.
The next second, without hesitation, she tore the appraisal report in her hand into pieces with a sharp *shrrrk*, throwing it into the trash, her dark and eerie gaze fixed on the bin.
Mu Qianyuan, so what if you're really alive?
I can make you die all over again!
This time, you'll die an even more miserable death than before!
☆
The start of a new week, early morning.
Mo Chuxi personally drove the two little ones to kindergarten.
"Daddy, daddy, why hasn't mommy come back yet?"
Little Chenxi furrowed her adorable brows and tugged on Mo Chuxi's pant leg, asking while counting on her chubby little fingers.
"1, 2, 3, 4, hmm… Xixi hasn't seen pretty mommy for four days now."
Mo Chuxi squatted down, smoothing Chenxi's little skirt.
"Be good, Chun. Daddy promises you, mommy will definitely come back, okay?"
