"But—" Mu Shuyu began, but Mu Jiangde cut her off before she could finish. "We'll discuss this later. Come, let's eat." She bit her lip, unwilling to let it go, but to maintain her carefully crafted image of grace and virtue, she forced the complaint down. Lifting her gaze, she saw that Lu Qinghan wasn't looking at her at all. His eyes were fixed elsewhere—on Wen Xi, who was just emerging from the