He glanced at Mu Siyuan coldly.
With just one glance, Mu Siyuan immediately felt a chill on her back.
She pretended not to see it and directly picked up the chopsticks in front of her. Without picking up the dishes, she ate a mouthful of rice.
Henry turned to look at Monique, worried that she would think too much.
The woman took the food in her bowl as if she didn't care about it at all, as if she didn't hear what Mu Siyuan just said.
However, her grip on the chopsticks was a little tight.
The speed at which she ate was also a little fast.
She still cared about that.
Henry pursed her thin lips. Just as she was about to speak, Madam Dowager said, "Why is it impossible? It's Henry's daughter. She looks exactly the same as Henry's when she was a child."
There was obvious displeasure in his tone.
Seeing that her mother's expression was not good, Mu Siyuan quickly explained hypocritically, "I just said it casually. I have no other meaning. You know, Henry is famous for not getting close to women. He hasn't touched women for so many years. Of course, I will be surprised that he suddenly has a daughter!"
"Eat your food quickly!" Henry opened her thin lips slightly, and her tone was as cold as the cold winter wind, which was about to freeze people. She looked dignified without anger.
Aunt was not such a careless person. What was going on today?
"I'm not close to women because I'm devoted to love." Henry raised his eyebrows and added slowly. When he said that he was devoted, he looked at Monique with his black eyes, which were as gentle as the spring breeze.
The difference was so obvious.
When Monique heard the phone call from Henry, her back obviously stiffened.
What Mu Siyuan had just said was not wrong. It was indeed surprising that such a daughter suddenly appeared beside Henry.
It was inevitable that someone would think too much.
This was understandable.
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