An Lin paused in her steps, turned her head, and looked at Qin Mu with cold eyes. She stopped on his handsome face for two seconds, then turned around and continued walking forward.
Qin Mu's eyes flickered as he thoughtfully raised his hand to touch his chin.
Once in the car, An Lin was still angry.
Qin Mu knew that explaining was useless, so he didn't try to explain. As the car hit the road, he said casually, "I went upstairs just now. I saw you put the rose tea in the vase and placed it in the bedroom. It smells nice."
An Lin slightly turned her body to look out the car window. Hearing Qin Mu's words, she just rolled her eyes coldly and remained silent.
"The shop assistant at the flower store said that yellow roses represent an apology, you know that, right?"
Qin Mu pretended to ask unknowingly, knowing full well An Lin wouldn't respond to him, yet he felt no lack of amusement.
