Hearing Mu Beihan's question, Yan Luoluo turned her head to the side. Did Mu Beisong say something to him alone? Rather than bury him, she might as well explain it to him.

But Yan Luoluo merely avoided the issue and said: "The rose in the office today was also gifted to me by Mu Beisong. When he was treating me to a meal, his actions were a little too frivolous, as though he wanted to take advantage of me but got slapped by me."

Mu Beihan heard what Yan Luoluo said, it seemed like Mu Beisong used a palm to exchange for the photo, but he was still lost in thought.

After not seeing Mu Beisong for a few years, Mu Beihan could not guarantee that he would be able to understand his current appearance with a hundred percent certainty. The last time they met, he was clearly still that familiar face, but he always felt like he did not recognize Mu Beisong from the depths of his bones.

Seeing that Mu Beihan did not say anything, Yan Luoluo could not help but lower her head, thinking that it was because she had slapped Mu Beisong. Mu Beihan was a little angry, since he was Mu Beihan's little brother after all.

Unexpectedly, Mu Beihan actually extended his hand and gently caressed Yan Luoluo's hair, placing a kiss on her forehead and said gently: "Not bad."

Yan Luoluo covered her forehead with her hand and looked at Mu Beihan in shock. She then continued to say: "In the future, if you meet him, you should keep your distance from him. He has always loved to be naughty and mischievous since she was young.

Although he said that out loud, Mu Beisong was no longer the little brother who was in his teens. Now that he had done such a thing again, Mu Beihan really couldn't find any reason to forgive him.

"He still gives me the feeling of a child, but what he does is definitely not as simple as what a child starts from."

Yan Luoluo had the nagging feeling that Mu Beisong's playboy appearance hid an unknown side, but she hoped that she had overthought things.

"My little brother has always been overseas. He should be back soon. Don't think about him anymore. Think about the competition. How's the first draft?"

Mu Beihan changed the topic. Once the matter of the SS Project Design Competition was brought up, Yan Luoluo couldn't help but cover her head with her hands. She hadn't written anything during this period, because she felt that there was something wrong with designing the most perfect piece of work.

"I haven't finished the first draft. I'll go to the study and look at the works that are designed for the Seaview Villa. Maybe I'll be able to find some inspiration."

After saying that, Yan Luoluo got up and went to the study room. Watching her leaving from behind, the bland smile on Mu Beihan's face gradually faded.

He wasn't worried that Yan Luoluo would be lured away by Mu Beisong, rather, it was because Mu Beisong was already his woman, yet he was still being so frivolous to her.

Looks like I need to have a good talk with this little brother of mine when I get the chance.

Just at this time, Yan Qingfan also walked down the stairs with big strides, holding the book in his hand high up, "Father, I found the book you told me to look for!"

Yan Qingfan handed the book over to Mu Beihan, and he only took a glance at it. After all, it was just to push Yan Qingfan away, but he still touched's little head and encouraged him: "Fanfan sure did great, but it's getting late, go sleep obediently, I'll tell you a bedtime story."