It was at the dead of night when several black sedans sped past the gates of Xiangti Walk and stopped at the garden house entrance.
Seated in the car with his cane in hand, Mu Sheng looked outside the window anxiously.
The birth of Little Yichen had brought him great joy seven years ago.
As the Mu family's head, it was gratifying to see the continuation of their bloodline.
However, with the new knowledge that the previous Mu family surrogate had hidden one of the twins, he could not contain his anger.
What intentions did that woman have?
Was she really dreaming that, by making use of her son, she could be the young mistress, just like what his granddaughter had said?
Who did she think she was?!
He could not calm his fury at this thought. Only when he recalled that the child would be returning to the Mu family did he settle down a bit.
