"You can bully whomever you like except for Master Mu; do you understand? Your old man here wants to live a few more years. I finally have a chance to be where I am now, so can you give me a way out at least?" Du Jiayan had a complicated look on his face by the time his father finished speaking.
His mouth would not close from his shock, and then he checked again with his father in a disbelieving tone. "Dad, is that Mu Yazhe… really that frightening?"
"Hmph. I don't know how powerful the Mu family is; all I know is that one step from this man's foot can destroy my entire career!"
Du Boxiong's son went silent.
…
After showering, Mu Yazhe walked toward the room of the two little lads.
The bedroom was filled with warm air when he pushed the door open.
The electric fan was blowing, without the aircon, and the two little fellows were fast asleep with each of their respective quilts covering them.
