Mu Youzhao and Mu Lianmiao were both aware of what had happened, but it was clear that the matter was not sufficient to make Mu Ming kneel. For a moment, father and son exchanged glances; doubt flickered in Mu Youzhao's eyes, while Mu Lianmiao's gaze was somewhat cold.
Lovelin was confused about the situation, thinking it was her doing. Fearing this atmosphere, she shrank silently between the chairs of Mu Youzhao and Mu Ming, pretending to be dead.
"Do you know why I asked you to kneel?"
After Mu Youqing's questioning, the conference hall remained silent for a long while, so long that the oppressive silence from his father's gaze almost left him gasping for breath before hearing Mu Hecheng slowly speak.
"I know."
Mu Ming's voice was indifferent. Though kneeling on the ground, his gaze met Mu Hecheng's evenly, devoid of fear.
"Then say it!"
Mu Hecheng's voice also turned cold, the sound of his cane hitting the floor felt heavy on everyone's hearts, oppressively uncomfortable.
