"Everyone knows that we don't get along. They watch us like we're entertainment and they think that I dote on Donglin and not you." Mu Che choked and his voice became almost a whisper. "But they don't seem to realize that you both are my sons."
Mu Xichen looked at his father with a calm and expressionless face.
Mu Che took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes. He instructed the butler, "Mu Yun, shut the door."
"Yes." Mu Yun had been standing guard at the door and quickly shut it before leaving.
"Sit down, Xichen. We need to have a good chat." Mu Che turned around decisively and was about to make his way to the sofa, but immediately, as if afraid that Mu Xichen would disagree, he asked, "Would that be okay?"
Perhaps because she was now aware that Mu Che's days were numbered, Li Beinian suddenly felt sorry for the man.
Mu Xichen looked at Mu Che for a brief moment, then led Li Beinian to a seat opposite the elderly man.
