Jiang Mu's mother paused. Then, she smiled.
This girl was truly wonderful.
She glanced at Mu Jian and genuinely wondered: if she were like Mu Jian, would things have been different?
Unlike her, who had abandoned everything to chase after love, Mu Jian had decisively chosen herself.
'Perhaps if I had been more like her, my ending, and my son's, might have been different.'
Just as she was thinking this, Jiang Mu caught up to them and coughed lightly.
His mother turned her attention toward him and gave him a faint smile, but she didn't interfere.
She knew her future daughter-in-law's temper very well.
Mu Jian was clearly giving Jiang Mu the cold shoulder.
'If that brat doesn't know how to apologize properly, then he deserves to suffer.'
Meanwhile, Jiang Mu was genuinely starting to panic. Mu Jian wasn't even looking in his direction.
This was definitely a bad sign.
