Mu Yichen's eyes couldn't leave her frail face anymore, his hand gently closed the document: "Isn't this our great designer! It's been so long!"
He leaned slightly against the back of the chair, squinting at her with a half-smiling expression, inscrutable.
"If Mu General Manager doesn't mind, you can call me Miss Qin, but I'm not here for a nostalgic chat!"
Qin Mu could hear the sarcasm in his words, but she had long stopped caring. When they met like this now, whatever they said to each other was just mockery.
"Miss Qin? Fine! Then may I ask what brings Miss Qin to suddenly visit, no, barge into my office?"
Mu Yichen clasped his hands together, glancing at her with some intrigue.
In the spacious office, the atmosphere suddenly turned quite strange, as if it was angular, making the air hard to navigate, yet infinitely mysterious, inviting exploration.
"Daddy!"
Chengcheng suddenly appeared at the door.
