A fleeting warmth flickered across Mu Shen's cold gaze. He reached out wordlessly, ruffling Zi Xuan's hair with quiet fondness before returning his attention to the tablet, his tall frame exuding silent dominance and calculated composure.
"Mn. Behave well. Both of you."
"Yes, Father," Zi Xin replied quietly.
Mo Yuan's composed voice cut through the warm atmosphere from the front intercom. "Boss, Madam, we will arrive at the private kitchen in twenty minutes."
Mu Shen gave a faint nod without lifting his gaze from the tablet, his dark eyes flicking briefly towards Meili. For a moment, his stare swept over her delicate profile with silent possession before returning calmly to his screen.
