On the way home, Jian Ran was resting with her eyes closed, the tears not yet dry at the corners of her eyes.
Qin Mu's phone kept ringing, and after putting it on silent mode, it continued to vibrate incessantly. In the end, Qin Mu simply turned it off.
"Shit!"
The birthday banquet won't stop just because one person is missing.
What's with the Qin Family's relentless urgency?
Hearing the man's curses, Jian Ran looked up at Qin Mu's annoyed expression and was more or less able to understand that much of the Qin Family's burden had fallen onto the shoulders of the third Qin, since Dongheng International was running smoothly under his management. After all, Qin Mu was the one overseeing it.
Most importantly, Old Master Qin cherished his carefree youngest grandson the most.
"Qin Mu, it's fine if you drop me off downstairs, grandfather dotes on you the most, surely he wants you by his side."
"No way, Ran girl, your man needs to stick with you."