It's Zhang Rujia's silhouette!
Qin Mu is very familiar with her, and also very puzzled about her.
Zhang Rujia, hearing the sound of high heels gradually fading away, felt a tightness in her heart, then instinctively turned her head.
Indeed, it was Qin Mu.
When she saw Qin Mu standing upright not far in front of her, her heart was panicked, humiliated, yet simultaneously very forbearing.
Qin Mu watched her for a while, then carrying soup, walked forward and stopped in front of Zhang Rujia.
Zhang Rujia also stopped turning away; although she had just been discharged from the hospital, her complexion looked quite good, and she was dressed nicely, her makeup well done.
"Since you're here, why not come in?"
Qin Mu asked her softly.
Zhang Rujia chuckled softly, her eyes drooping down, as if searching for something on the ground.
Actually, she was merely avoiding Qin Mu's sharp gaze.
"Your in-laws are here! Along with your daughter and your son."
Zhang Rujia said softly.
"Oh!"
