"No."
Qin Wan hesitated for just a second when Mu Shaochen reached out to help her with the fruits.
Her hand was enveloped by the man's warm and broad palm.
Startled, she looked up into his eyes, which held a soft, warm smile.
Averting her gaze, she blurted out, "You carry it."
Mu Shaochen responded, "Okay."
As Qin Wan withdrew her hand, he picked up the bag, "If it's not for them, just wait for me. I'll put it in the car; no need to bring it upstairs."
He thought that if it wasn't bought for Grandma Mu and Qin Zheng, it must be for taking home.
As Mu Shaochen said this, he turned to leave.
Qin quickly called out to him, "Mu Shaochen."
"Hmm?"
He turned around, looking at her.
Qin Wan, "This is for Aunt Fu."
At her words, the faint smile and warmth in Mu Shaochen's eyes faded.
"What happened to Aunt Fu?"
He asked calmly.
Other than the lack of a smile, there was no sign of displeasure or anger.
