But seeing the happiness that tinged Mu Qian's brows, Wen Jiaren didn't dare tell him that the scarf was for women, let alone that it wasn't bought for him!
Because she hadn't bought him any clothes, his face had already darkened quite a bit. It was with great difficulty that his mood had improved, and if she told him at this point that the scarf was actually bought for herself—and that the house was filled with new things, none for him—she guessed that he might even fly off the handle.
Wen Jiaren's thoughts raced as Mu Xiao began to lavish praise on it, "It looks good, Dad looks good in anything."
Mu Qian, in a very good mood, cast a glance at Wen Jiaren and then glanced at Mu Xiao, as if complimenting his discernment.
Then, he turned around and started fiddling with it in the mirror.
