Hence, his eyes held a trace of disdain at her words.
Without looking at his face, Song Enya went on. "Still, it may not be a bad thing for you to teach him a lesson every now and then. One can't spoil a child too much, especially boys. If he isn't properly guided about manners at such an age, when he grows up, there may be a chance that he'll be like those rich good-for-nothings who only bring shame to their families. With this in mind, I think that what Brother Mu did is right."
She spouted these words thoughtlessly!
Mu Yazhe's eyes narrowed thinly in discontent.
"Enxi hasn't suffered such a grievance before; she is going to need three stitches on her nape. Oh, god. She has an inherent love for beauty. If she finds out about this, all hell will break loose…"
"Enya." He flipped the ash off his cigarette and took a final puff before snuffing it on the ashtray. He continued unhurriedly, "Mu Yichen is my son; Mu Yazhe's son."
