"Teacher! When we’re at school, can we just call her by her full na, or even by her nickna?"
Qin Mu tried to be as gentle as possible, knowing full well since childhood that it’s not wise to provoke teachers.
She just forgot that her own childhood circumstances were completely different from Huanhuan’s.
Back then, she was all alone, far from her hotown—no teacher cared whether she was happy or not.
But it was different for Huanhuan, a little princess born with a silver spoon, showered with love and affection from everyone.
"Oh! Sure! Don’t worry, we always refer to them by their nas in the classroom."
The teacher didn’t dare to neglect, maintaining a smile that was even more pleasant than Qin Mu’s.
Qin Mu nodded, forcing a smile: "Sorry for the trouble, Teacher!"
Mu Yichen, standing by, started to regret getting out of the car.
"Let’s go! We’re going to be late for work!"
Mu Yichen was pulling at her side, unable to stand her insincerity. He tugged at her sleeve, urging her to leave.
Qin Mu turned to look at him, and the smile on her face instantly stiffened, but then she took Mu Yichen’s hand: "Teacher, let introduce you, this is our Huanhuan’s dad!"
"Oh! Huanhuan’s dad, hello!"
The teacher felt overwheld inside.
Mu Yichen didn’t dare to be rude to his daughter’s teacher, so he gave a nod as a greeting, having not managed to escape.
On the way to the studio, Qin Mu clutched at her chest: "Whenever I rember being disliked by classmates and teachers in Paris, I get so anxious. Do you think this teacher might be the sa?"
"If so, we’ll find another one."
Mu Yichen was driving seriously, so his voice was very monotone.
Qin Mu turned to look at him: True, our Huanhuan has President Mu on her side. How could it be the sa as back when it was just ?
Suddenly, Qin Mu lifted her hand to gently pat his shoulder, realizing their excessive closeness she withdrew her hand, looking very disdainful.
Mu Yichen glanced at her, sighing helplessly: "What’s the difference? Wasn’t I there with you when you were studying in Paris?"
Qin Mu...
Such a loyal and long-standing companionship, when rembered, was really heartwarming.
She didn’t know why she had beco so easily moved all of a sudden. She turned to look out the window, not wanting him to see her face while it was still so adorable.
When they arrived at the studio, he leaned out: "Tonight..."
"Don’t co to pick up tonight. I’ll pick up Huanhuan first and then head ho."
Mu Yichen saw how determined she was, his eyes dropped briefly before looking at her again: "Then just a friendly reminder, Mrs. Feng might beat you to the school. After all, your car..."
Mu Yichen glanced toward the parking lot where Xiaoi and the others had co early to work, so the cars were already there.
Qin Mu didn’t understand, was her car really that bad?
Mu Yichen left, and she went to the office.
Xiaoi told her: "If it matches soone else, then it’s really okay. Especially for independent won like us to have such a high-end car after not much struggle is already amazing. But if it’s for the young Mada of Mu Family, it’s just too devaluing!"
Xiaoi thought she was being quite diplomatic.
But Qin Mu was still hurt.
"Let’s do the accounts later and switch to a new one."
Qin Mu licked her lower lip, thought for a while, and then made up her mind.
"A new one? What about this one?"
"This one’s for you to drive; aren’t you always driving it?"
"Uh!"
Xiaoi awkwardly lowered her head and cleared her throat, trying to hold back, but still ca forward, smiling modestly: "Thank you, Qinqin, I knew you loved the most!"
"To be honest, it’s not that I love you the most, it’s that you’re too in love with yourself."
Qin Mu spoke frankly, not minding the blow to Xiaoi’s face.
Xiaoi...
In her opinion, when it ca to putting people down, Qin Mu could easily take second place because no one dared to claim the first.
Qin Mu planned to visit the hospital after lunch to see Xiaohao before heading to the school. She was determined to beat Feng Fanghua there; she had to pick up Huanhuan with her first car in Rongcheng at least once. Moreover, since everyone looked down on her car so much, she would also take a photo with Huanhuan and the car in front of the school.
But before she could go downstairs, Li Yu arrived, hiding a bunch of baby’s breath behind him, this ti they were pink.
Qin Mu watched the man coming up from the doorway of the office. He smiled shyly at her and after much contemplation, she could only nod: "Handso Li seems to have a lot of ti on his hands!"
"It’s alright! I just passed by a flower shop, saw so beautiful carnations, and bought a bouquet for you."
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