Qin Mingzhu and Mu Qingxin exchanged glances under the table, both biting their lips, not daring to make any sound. It wasn't until they heard Qin Mu's high heels walking away that the two of them finally managed to crawl out, both exhaling heavily.
"Frog at the bottom of the well?"
Qin Mu suddenly appeared from behind the bookshelf, uttering the four words with obvious displeasure.
Mu Qingxin shivered, slowly turned her head, and then grinned awkwardly: "Haha! My dear, when did you get here?"
"Haha! When did I get here? You don't know? Frog at the bottom of the well?"
Qin Mu chuckled too, but in a very pointed way.
Mu Qingxin deeply regretted it to the point of feeling bitter inside, but it was too late for regrets. Words, once spoken, are like water that's been spilled—it can't be taken back. Boo hoo.
Seeing things were not going well, Mu Qingxin knew Qin Mu doted on Qin Mingzhu, so she looked to Qin Mingzhu, hoping for her help.
