Qin Qingqing found out after all.
When Qin Mu returned home, she and Mo Ziye were waiting in the living room.
Hearing his footsteps come in, Qin Qingqing immediately stood up from the sofa, and Mo Ziye beside her gently called out, "Qingqing."
He also stood up to greet him.
At the entrance, Qin Mu's eyes flickered briefly.
Looking at Qingqing approaching quickly, a kind smile appeared on his brow, "Qingqing, why did you come back so late?"
"Dad, you know it's late too?"
Qin Qingqing pouted, her delicate and fair face showing distress, "Couldn't you visit mom during the day? It's the middle of the night, it's so cold, and you're still injured. What if you catch a cold?"
"My health isn't that fragile."
Qin Mu shook his head with a smile.
But Qin Qingqing didn't see it that way, "Anyway, you're not allowed to go to the cemetery in the middle of the night anymore. If you really miss mom a lot, take me with you instead."
"Dad, I agree with what Qingqing said."
