Upon hearing this, an undercurrent gathered in Nan Huaiyu's eyes, yet on the surface, he still maintained that graceful and courteous demeanor, "Naturally, it's just as President Mu thinks."
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In the car.
Nan Wan lowered her gaze, pressing the buttons on her phone, the screen flickered on and off, "Did grandma... say anything?"
Mu Jin Huan looked at the road ahead, his voice warm and gentle, "Want to know?"
"Not particularly."
"Great, I'm not particularly inclined to tell."
Nan Wan, "..."
She put her phone into her bag, thinking it was impossible to chat today.
Apart from those instructions, she couldn't imagine what could have kept Mr. Mu upstairs for nearly half an hour.
When he came down, his expression was as usual, leaving her unable to discern any clues.
Mu Jin Huan freed one hand, reached over to the passenger seat, and held her delicate hand.
