No matter how he wanted to get close to his daughter, he couldn't stand that cold face!
Mu Jingfeng was sullen. His mood sank when he thought of that cold face that resembled her mother's.
The mother and daughter were the same. They weren't likable!
With this disturbance, Mu Jingfeng didn't feel like eating anymore. He left after placating Mu Qingya some more.
The servant girl Conglu stood on the side. She couldn't resist wringing her hands, and she hesitated to speak.
Mu Qingya lifted her teacup and turned to look at her with a spurious smile. "Just say what you have to say. You don't find it uncomfortable holding it in?"
"Madam, this servant does not understand."
"What is there to not understand?"
"That crown prince consort treats you and the eldest young lady like this. Why are you still protecting her and treating her so well?"
