"Move."
Qin Mu's voice was cold as she spoke to him. Seeing that he didn't move, she went to push him.
Mu Yichen slanted a glance at the little one in the car, who was curiously watching them. That kid's eyes were so pure, untouched by the world, just innocently watching the show, yet they were enough to throw President Mu's mind into chaos.
Qin Mu suddenly felt a sharp pain at her waist. Mu Yichen's hand had already gripped her slender, easily encircled waist.
In the blink of an eye, they were at the driver's side where the little one couldn't see. Mu Yichen's low, heavy breathing lingered by her ear. Qin Mu didn't dare to breathe too loudly, just lowered her eyes and stared obediently at his shoulder.
"Since Mrs. Feng has already gone to the office building and looked for Yang Qin, you must already know that Yang Qin is about to be transferred, right?"
That sentence sounded like a question, yet not really a question.
