"Be more careful next time."
"Okay."
The man's words were distant, devoid of any emotional undertones. Hearing the man's warning, Mu Wan rubbed her arm again.
Qin Mu's expression was somewhat heavy... as though he was caught up in tangled thoughts and worries.
...
Mu Wan followed Qin Mu into the car. The entire journey, the man remained silent and reticent.
Under the oppressive low pressure, Mu Wan gazed out the window at the sycamore trees, breathtaking in their beauty, completely unaware of why Qin Mu's mood had become so grave.
Upon returning to the presidential suite, Qin Mu pursed his thin lips.
"You should rest first. As for lunch, the secretary will personally bring it to your room."
"Then..."
Mu Wan almost blurted out asking Qin Mu, "What about you?" Realizing her lack of composure, she pressed her lips together and said no more.
Qin Mu, however, pursed his thin lips as though he understood the thoughts lingering in the woman's heart and responded.
