As she spoke, Mom An reached out to push An Lin.
"Let's go."
Qin Mu smiled at her slightly, grasped her wrist, and without a word, pulled her out of the master bedroom.
As soon as they returned to the guest room, An Lin shook off Qin Mu's hand.
Qin Mu's expression remained calm; he wasn't angered by her action. Instead, he explained plainly, "I just didn't want Mom to question you, didn't want her to worry, which is why I mentioned that bet."
An Lin frowned. Right now, she didn't want to hear him bring up that kiss from the night, but he insisted on doing so, as if deliberately going against her.
She turned and walked towards the door.
"An Lin."
Qin Mu's handsome brows knitted together; his voice carried a hint of gloom.
It didn't matter if she was angry with him, but he didn't want the elders to know. Her firm refusal to share a room with him would be telling her mother there were severe issues between them.
An Lin turned around, her gaze coldly fixed on him.
