Xiaoi hadn’t expected Qin Mu to not have any objections at all.
"You won’t know if it’s suitable until you try, and besides, Zhao Huai isn’t actually Mu Yichen’s driver. He just helps out sotis."
"Uh!"
"Then go on a date! Our child is not getting any younger, it’s ti for a proper date! Wear your prettiest dress tonight, carry your finest bag, and go have a handso date!"
Qin Mu raised his hand to touch her hair, doting on Xiaoi like a little sister.
But Xiaoi couldn’t help the twitch at the corner of her mouth after hearing this.
What do you an, our child is not getting any younger?
"People our age are still in school, okay? You’re the one who got married and had children early. Dare to mock for not having been in love?"
Xiaoi pouted, but she wasn’t angry. Instead, her face turned red as if she were very shy.
"Hey! Dare I mock you? Your skin is so thick, how could I even make a dent?"
Yet Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh twice, then he touched her head and ruffled her hair.
Xiaoi...
"Ah! Qinqin, you’re just too bad!"
Xiaoi raised her hand to gently hit Qin Mu’s shoulder.
Since they had arrived at the studio just before eleven, they simply ate lunch at a nearby restaurant and the whole group from the studio walked back together.
Zhang Rujia stood at the entrance of their studio. As the group approached and everyone stopped, Qin Mu and Xiaoi, being in the front, naturally stopped as well.
Zhang Rujia was staring straight at her. Even from a distance, it was evident she was holding a sharp knife.
Subconsciously, Xiaoi moved in front of Qin Mu. Looking down slightly, Qin Mu hadn’t expected Xiaoi to have such courage, yet he didn’t want her to be in front.
Qin Mu pulled Xiaoi behind him, standing in front himself.
Zhang Rujia approached, her drooping hand gripping the sharp knife not aid at Qin Mu, but instead at soone behind him.
Clenching the dagger tightly, she gave Qin Mu a hate-filled look from afar, grinding her teeth in anger.
Several male colleagues moved beside Qin Mu. Though Zhang Rujia had a dagger, the n, towering over one ter eighty, naturally weren’t afraid of one woman.
"Xiaoi, take Qinqin back to the studio. Leave this to us!"
The designer from Paris at the front was very responsible, giving instructions.
Xiaoi looked up at him, admiration rising within her involuntarily, and she nodded, ready to lead Qin Mu inside.
Qin Mu actually felt Zhang Rujia wouldn’t call her in, and moreover, it wasn’t in her style to disregard her colleagues’ wellbeing.
"I can’t let you take risks for . I’m not worthy."
"You’re pregnant now, and have you forgotten? I worked as a coach in a martial arts school for two years."
The male colleagues who usually preferred not to be in the lilight were particularly calm and contained at this mont, communicating with Qin Mu in French.
Zhang Rujia didn’t understand what they were saying, so her gaze beca a bit frantic.
"But are you sure you can take the knife away from her?" Qin Mu was still worried.
The male colleagues nodded in assurance, their watchful eyes on the middle-aged woman a few ters away, and said to Xiaoi, "Xiaoi! Quick, take Qinqin inside."
Xiaoi feared sothing might really happen to Qin Mu, especially since she had another life inside her, so she tried to pull her away. However, Zhang Rujia suddenly spoke up.
"Qin Mu, if you go inside now, I’ll die right here at the door of your studio!"
Qin Mu turned to look at her, initially thinking she was there to assassinate her. But now, it seed she was threatening suicide?
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