"If you can brush it off, just brush it off. If you can't, then tell him the truth—or call me, that works too."
Qin Mu thought about it and figured she wouldn't be able to keep it from him for long, so she mentally prepared herself for the possibility of him finding out.
"Alright!"
I'll send the password to your phone later—it'll be easier than risking you forgetting it. Remember to save it.
"Okay!"
Qin Mu didn't say anything else, she simply carried the vase outside.
Qin Haiming came downstairs and immediately saw Qin Mu holding the vase and walking out. Dressed in a beautiful knee-length dress, she carried herself in a leisurely way, like she was at home. For a moment, Qin Haiming thought he was seeing her mother.
The resemblance between mother and daughter had grown uncanny over the years. Qin Haiming's hand on the staircase's railing trembled slightly. He gripped it tightly and took a long moment to steady himself before continuing down.
"Done with your meeting?"
