Qin Mu suddenly remembered how much he drank last night and curiously turned her head to look at him and asked.
"Why other people, I don't know! But my reason… is probably because I'm too bored!"
His eyes stared straight at her. Although he didn't say the real reason, his eyes conveyed it to Qin Mu.
Seeing his look, Qin Mu dared not delve deeper and turned her head to look outside again.
In the glass reflection, Mu Yichen, taller than her, slowly released his arm around her shoulder and then slipped his hand into his trouser pocket.
Qin Mu was still holding a cup, her free hand hugging the other arm.
"But did Xiaomei and Zhao Huai have another fight?"
Mu Yichen suddenly asked, as if deliberately changing the topic.
"Or maybe not a fight! They just agreed to meet well in the evening, but Zhao Huai got drunk, and Xiaomei was a bit disappointed."
Qin Mu said softly, her earlier indignation gone.
