C982 This Is a Greeting Gift

In the study.

Yuchi Jin sat in front of his desk, his expression stern and deep. His gaze was as sharp as a sword as it landed on her face.

When she was at the dining table earlier, Han Muzi had already been frightened by his gaze. Now that there was no one around, this gaze was even more fierce.

"Moxuan must have told you what he told me at the dinner table."

Han Muzi nodded. He nodded: "Yes