"Was the scarf she couldn't stand, so she bought it for him?"
Mu Qian looked towards the doorway again, but Wen Jiaren had already disappeared.
Mu Xiao comforted his father, "It's okay, just give her the scarf from your neck. You will each have one, and they are even a couple set."
With Mu Xiao's explanation, it became much easier for Mu Qian to accept.
He tried on the scarf, and indeed, it fitted better than the other one.
Mu Xiao ran out and quickly came back, standing in front of the same mirror with Mu Qian, pointing at his own little neck, "Dad, look, I have one too."
Mu Qian looked down, the style of the scarves was the same, and the colors were also similar. The three scarves put together looked like a parent-child set. "Wen Jiaren bought this for you too."
Mu Xiao was beaming, "Of course, you both have one, I can't be left out."
Mu Qian felt indescribably complicated, joy mixed with disbelief. Why was Wen Jiaren suddenly so nice to them?
