Mu Yuchen paused, then nodded. "Thank you, Father, Mother!"
They could hear the gloominess in his tone. Mu Tangchuan then looked up at him and smiled. "Alright, these are our responsibilities after all. You shouldn't be the one who takes it all on."
Then, he turned to his wife, Zhuang Shurong, who was steeping tea. "Ah Rong, go get that case file from the middle drawer at my work desk."
Zhuang Shurong served the two of them tea before walking over and bringing the file over to hand to him.
Mu Tangchuan glanced at Mu Yuchen and indicated for him to take it. Mu Yuchen played the black chess piece in hand before taking it. After he opened it and had a look, his handsome face flushed with tenderness.
