From birth until now, the only person who has truly treated me well is Mu Qingqiu.
The second person is Old Master Qin.
Mu Wan initially thought this house was grand and magnificent, like a castle. But now... upon looking at the decor again, a sudden feeling of home began to take root.
Old Master Qin, he understands me.
Qin Mu had been speaking in a plain, unremarkable tone, but when he noticed the moisture in Mu Wan's beautiful eyes, he realized her emotions had shifted slightly. His dark eyes furrowed.
Just moments ago, when he mentioned transferring this villa to Mu Wan's name, she barely displayed any emotion—just shock, but no joy.
And now… she was moved.
Qin Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing at the woman in front of him. His thin lips pressed together. It was getting late, and he had no intention of wasting his time.
"Mu Wan, let's talk."
"Alright."
