Song Qingmo was so irritated by Mu Hengshi that he lost his appetite and didn't eat much. He looked at the table full of dishes, but he had no appetite. The thought of beating Mu Hengshi to death had never been so real as it was today. He should have ignored him earlier.

After dinner, Song Xingwu found Song Qingmo in the garden. The autumn sky was cloudless, dotted with glittering stars. The chirping of insects filled the air around the Song family villa, and the trees in the courtyard, obeying the laws of nature, had shed their weathered leaves, spreading a golden blanket across the ground that remained beautiful even in the darkness. Song Qingmo sat on a vine swing, its leaves now shed, leaving only gnarled branches.

"I didn't expect that Song Qingmo, you actually have such a girlish side."

"Same here. Don't think I didn't see the pink mouse under your drawer. That's the one you usually use, right?"

"You, how did you know?" Song Xingwu's domineering expression shattered again. "Don't pry into the secrets of us gang members."

"Okay, let's stop joking. You need to tell me what happened to that Mu guy today." Song Xingwu quickly changed the subject. When he came to Mu Heng, his face couldn't help but become serious.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I just want to say that you're a really good brother. You really help me when I need you." Song Qingmo lazily shifted his butt. He didn't want to tell Song Xingwu about this.

"Okay, as long as nothing happens and it doesn't affect the company, I don't want to be left with nothing."

Song Qingmo pulled the corner of his mouth speechlessly and said, "I want to take back what I just said." Song Qingmo looked up at the starry sky. Now his relationship with Mu Hengshi is getting worse and worse. God knows what will happen in the future.

He didn't know what the future would be like, but he knew that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to get rid of the nightmare he had before. Song Qingmo secretly clenched his fists.