Qin Wan pressed the answer button, and Mu Shaochen's voice came from the phone, "Wanwan, I'm downstairs at your apartment. Come down."
Qin Wan turned her eyes to look out of the window.
She pursed her lips and said faintly, "You don't need to pick me up. I can go by myself."
"When we registered our marriage, I picked you up. I'm waiting downstairs for you."
After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Qin Wan got out of bed and picked up her purse to open it.
She checked to make sure everything inside was there.
Downstairs, in the driver's seat of the Phantom parked by the road, Mu Shaocheng rested an arm on the window that had been rolled down, a lit cigarette between his slender fingers.
However, he didn't take a single puff, instead, his gaze coldly watched the cigarette burn between his fingers.
