In the opulently decorated restaurant:
Because of Qin Mu's words, Mu Wan dropped her knife and fork, the screeching sound bringing her back to her senses. She nervously clenched her small hand and awkwardly said, "Sorry."
After speaking, Mu Wan hurriedly bent down to pick up her fallen knife and fork, as she was extremely nervous.
So she tried several times, each time the utensils slipping from her hands and falling again.
Not only that... her forehead heavily hit the corner of the vintage-style table, causing Mu Wan to frown in pain.
Qin Mu saw this, slightly furrowing his hawk-like eyes, and then pursed his thin lips.
"What are you standing around for? Help Miss Mu pick it up..."
"Yes… Mr. Qin."
In Mu Wan's awkwardness, the secretary had already bent down voluntarily to pick up the knife and fork from the marble floor, speaking earnestly and respectfully, "Miss Mu... I'll get you a new set."
