Mrs. Chen finished speaking and swayed her petite waist as she walked away.
She wore a peach-red cheongsam, particularly cinched at the waist—so tightly that her slim waist was on full display. Qin Mu genuinely felt an urge to rush over and snap her waist in half.
Mrs. Chen finally left, but her departure left Qin Mu flustered, her face turning slightly red with anger. In a flash, her sharp gaze locked onto the man sitting on the sofa.
Mu Yichen eventually put the magazine down, slowly and reluctantly raising his slightly furrowed brows.
Qin Mu walked over: "What do you mean by that?"
"It was purely instinct!"
Mu Yichen shrugged, lifting his gaze to look at her with an expression of great perplexity.
Qin Mu really wanted to kick him, but with others lingering around in a public space and her own rising status as a minor celebrity, she quickly restrained herself.
"Salesperson, ring this up!"
