Mu Qing inhaled deeply and tried to calm down.
Mu Chen looked at Mu Qing and said indifferently, "Don't worry. The doctor said there's no big issue with your heart. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to sit here and provoke you and expose your thoughts. Although I don't care, I don't want to bear the charge of murdering my father."
Mu Qing looked at his son and asked with a hint of pleading, "Mu Chen, do you really hate me so much?"
Mu Chen nodded without any hesitation.
Mu Qing felt suffocated. After a moment, he said, "Mu Chen, do you still remember the time when you won first place in a Taekwondo competition when you were young? You rode on my shoulders and held onto the sides of my head, asking me to bring you to eat something delicious..." A hint of nostalgia could be seen on Mu Qing's face as though he was immersed in a beautiful memory.
