"Oh! How have you been lately? Have you made mom angry?" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ nοvelfire.net "No! Huanhuan has been very good! Mom is coming out now! Do you want to see mom? Shh!" The little guy suddenly glanced toward the bathroom, then gestured to reverse the camera, set it upright on the side, and lay on the sofa pretending to be a quiet little girl. Qin Mu came out with a face mask on, massaging her face, and walked over to Huanhuan with her head tilted back, then sat down beside her: "Why so quiet? Were you just on a video call with your dad?" Qin Mu thought Huanhuan had secretly hung up the call seeing her come out. "No! Didn’t you say you’re not letting me video call dad in your room? I was just holding the phone!" Huanhuan stood up, staring with wide, honest eyes, and shook her head vigorously. Qin Mu glanced at her, then continued massaging her face with her head tilted back: "As long as you didn’t, but mom wants to discuss something with you!" Huanhuan felt a little scared, afraid her mom would find out she left the video on. "Do you want to go to school? A school here?" Huanhuan blinked, listened to her mom, thought for a bit, then nodded vigorously: "I do!" "Really? How about mom takes you to school tomorrow to have a look?" Huanhuan obediently agreed, glancing occasionally at the phone standing on the side of the sofa. Only, when Huanhuan was scared of being discovered, the person behind the phone exposed themselves first. Qin Mu was startled, instinctively turned her head to look at the flower girl phone case standing on the side, then turned to look at the phone: "Mu Chenghuan!" Huanhuan realized she needed to run, quickly called out pretending to be a little pitiful, shouting for grandma as she ran out. Qin Mu felt a surge of anger. "I will not agree to Huanhuan going to school over there, you better give up on this idea!" Upon hearing this, Qin Mu didn’t want to respond, but she couldn’t keep the mask on either. She tore it off and held it in her hand, the essence flowing out from her palm. "You can disagree, but since we’re staying in Paris, should she just stay at home playing?" Qin Mu slightly turned her face to question the person on the phone. "She indeed should go to school!" Mu Yichen said thoughtfully. Qin Mu felt painful turmoil inside, yet didn’t want to speak further. This was the most words they had spoken in the past four months. She held her breath, then got up and took the mask to the bathroom. Her face suddenly felt uncomfortable, so she washed it. Meanwhile, Mu Yichen was still standing at his desk, hands in pockets, slightly weary, yet persistent. Mu Yichen heard the slippers coming closer from a distance, as she seemed to sit back down slowly on the sofa. Mu Yichen glanced up, seeing a hint of her clothing. She finally decided to buy new clothes; this piece he hadn’t seen before. "Huanhuan must come back!" Mu Yichen spoke again. Qin Mu was startled, turning her head to look at the phone, thinking he had hung up, her eyes naturally showing nervousness. "You were the one who told me to bring her to Paris initially." "Her registration is domestic now, not to mention, years she spent at home, you don’t know the level of her French? Let her go to school over there?" "But it’s better to start now than wait until she’s older, kids learn languages quickly." Qin Mu lowered her eyes, stubbornly arguing with him. "But she is my daughter! I have the right to decide where she goes to school." Qin Mu turned completely to face the phone, decidedly unhappy. "You were the one who told me to bring her over here!" "I advise you not to discuss these things with me; you won’t win!" Mu Yichen raised his eyes, looking at the empty space over there. "That’s right! I never win against you. You’re the big boss Mu! I’m just a small designer, what do I have to argue with you? If you say it like that, I have nothing to say!" Qin Mu angrily stood up from the sofa, starting to fiercely argue with the phone. Her hands on her hips, angry till her face turned pale, but her eyes were red. Mu Yichen hadn’t seen her face in a long time, and now... He unexpectedly forgot to breathe, just sadly looked at her face. He truly loved her appearance! "Let mom bring her back!" He spoke again, his inscrutable eyes giving no clue of his thoughts. However, Qin Mu couldn’t see him at all because Huanhuan had adjusted the camera before leaving the room.