After a while, Feng Fanghua asked her again, "I heard that Yang Qin is leaving this afternoon. Why haven't the two of you reconciled?"
"Her leaving won't magically fix things between us. Mom! Do you also believe that I'm just being unreasonable? That I can't tolerate Yang Qin as a secretary?"
Qin Mu's voice wasn't loud; it was just an expression of her confusion.
Feng Fanghua listened to her, lowered her eyes, and sighed, "It's understandable for you to be angry; no one can blame you. If it were me, I'd be even angrier."
"But I'm only angry with Mu Yichen. As for Yang Qin, it's not worth my anger."
Qin Mu was a bit stubborn, her voice not loud but firmly expressing her thoughts.
"But isn't it because of Yang Qin? If not for her, why would you be angry with Yichen?"
Feng Fanghua's eyes were quite perceptive, immediately catching Qin Mu's small temperament.
Qin Mu, feeling indignant, lowered her eyes and said nothing to her, just feeling a bit wronged.
