Children were naïve and immature to the lad. As such, he would always behave maturely around them and be magnanimous to them.
That did not mean that he would fail to ask about it, though.
Therefore, the man asked, "What happened, son? Tell me about it."
Before the boy could open his mouth, the woman started ranting. "What else could it be? You're his father, aren't you? Your son hurt my boy! How will you give me an explanation for this?!"
Feeling displeased, Mu Yazhe cocked a brow and shot a bone-chilling look at her. "It's rude to interrupt when someone is speaking, is it not?"
The disgruntled woman retorted, "Aren't you asking what exactly happened? Here I am telling it to you!"
"It's my son that I'm asking, not you." He then gave her a bland look. His eyes, though, were as cold and sharp as icy blades. "So don't interrupt us."
