C42 The Socalled Important Work!

The car glided smoothly along the spacious road, with Mu Yanchen seated stoically at the wheel, his usually cool demeanor now frostier than ever.

In the back seat, Mu Wenxuan cradled her stomach, her eyes rimmed red as if she had been greatly wronged, continuously dabbing at her tears in secret.

"Haven't you had enough of crying?" Mu Yanchen asked