Mu Yichen stared at his own reflection in the glass panel, unable to pull himself out of tonight's gathering for a long, long time.
He didn't sleep well all night.
The next day, though, was an extremely bright, sunny day.
Feng Fanghua got up early. Seeing her son come downstairs, she teased him, "I heard your ex‑wife is back?"
Mu Yichen didn't even lift his eyes. Knowing his mom was about to roast him, he walked over to the sofa and sat down, leaned his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand to relax, and answered carelessly, "Yeah."
"What's she back for? I'm telling you, if she wants to take Chengcheng and Huanhuan away, no way in hell."
What weighs on Feng Fanghua the most now are those two little ones; she's terrified Qin Mu will come and snatch them.
