The man's voice shifted from warm to cold in a matter of seconds.
Nan Wan's gaze fell on the barren tree branches outside the floor-to-ceiling window. With one-quarter Russian-Chinese mixed blood, her exquisite features had the aura of a noble ice beauty when she didn't smile.
His arm pressed down on her hair, making it hard for her to move. Fortunately, the position was comfortable and not too awkward. "6 PM at Yuelai Restaurant, don't be late."
Mu Jin Huan withdrew his arm, stood up, and lightly uttered a syllable, "Hmm."
He then walked out of the master bedroom with long strides to the dressing room to change clothes.
Nan Wan's gaze was fixed outside the window until Barton bit the magazine on the floor and placed it on her lap, snapping her out of it.
Gently pinching the golden retriever's face, her eyes unfocused, she murmured softly, "What do you think Mr. Mu means by this...?"
Barton: "Woof... Woof..."