Even General Mu solemnly nodded his head, "So, never harbor illusory luck in life. What goes around comes around. If there's no payback yet, it's only because the time isn't ripe."
Mu Chenggong just finished his work and came home, having heard about the situation on his way, so naturally, he joined in this "family meeting".
By the time the "discussion" ended, it was already half an hour later.
The elders had all returned to their rooms for rest. Su Chaoyang went upstairs, paused outside Mu Xiangwan's room, and pushed open the door.
However, he found that the door was locked.
With a helpless smile, Su Chaoyang reluctantly took out his phone and texted, "Wanwan, open the door."
Three minutes passed...
Still, no response.
Shaking his head reluctantly, Su Chaoyang typed out another clumsy message.
"Wanwan, the wound on my hand has split open. Can you help me rewrap it?"
...
In her room, Mu Xiangwan hadn't rested at all yet.
