Father Lin was an elderly artist.
All his life he had practiced self-cultivation, no one had ever seen his temper flare as it did today.
Mu Che sighed in response and said, "This would depend on the child."
"Depend on the child?" Father Lin spat in fury. "You're just indulging in his criminal ways!"
Lin Ya looked towards Mu Che and started, "Uncle Mu, although we, the Lin family, are not exceptionally wealthy, we come from a respectable lineage of well-known individuals. We're strict with our children's upbringing. A daughter of our family has been bullied by your son. Given that both of them are unmarried and have not been match-made with someone else, I'm of the opinion that…"
"No way!" Mu Donglin protested immediately. He turned icy and continued, "What's this… I've already said, it wasn't me!"
