An Lin heard Mom An's words and frowned discontentedly.
Beside her, Qin Mu noticed An Lin's reaction and subtly curled his lips. He stepped forward and softly said, "You go over there and chat with our mom, I'll take them upstairs to play."
Upstairs was a children's playground.
Qin Mu, whether intentionally or unintentionally, spoke very close to An Lin, his warm male breath brushing against her ear, causing An Lin's heart to tremble, and she instinctively stepped back.
She looked up to meet Qin Mu's gentle smile in his dark eyes. She really wanted to get angry, but thought of her mom and held it in.
She forced a stiff smile, "Can you handle them all by yourself?"
"How about you come with me?"
Qin Mu's eyes flashed, smiling as he sought her opinion.
"You go yourself, once they're up there, they'll play on their own, you don't need to coax each one." An Lin regretted asking.
