Old Jiang pushed the door open and entered. He could not withstand Duan Si's cries. It was mainly because he did not want Mu Ci to continue being tortured by his mother with words.
"Old Master." Old Jiang stood respectfully by the door.
"Let them in," Mu Chen said calmly.
Old Jiang turned around and left.
Duan Si pushed the door open and cried. "Dad, you have to stand up for us—why are you here?"
Duan Si was still crying in the first half of her sentence, but she was already scolding Bei Shuo in the second half. She didn't expect Bei Shuo to be standing in front of Old Master's bed.
Bei Shuo said calmly, "Hello, Madam. How are you?"
"Hello? You and your husband are so shameless. How can I be good?" Duan Si retorted.
Bei Shuo frowned. She wasn't good at arguing. Even if she was, she couldn't argue with Duan Si. No matter what, she was Mu Ci's mother.
"Cough, cough, cough—" Mu Chen coughed a series of times.
