Qin Mu almost got himself killed last night, and his brain had long forgotten the matter of his either-or choice.
Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao were holding Huanhuan and sitting in the dignified sofa, watching the two of them come down from upstairs.
Mu Yichen wrapped his arm around Qin Mu and approached, while the auntie came out of the kitchen holding two cups of tea, arriving in front of Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao just as they did.
"The Mu Family has a tradition, the new bride must serve tea to the in-laws the morning after entering the door."
Qin Mu turned his head to look at him as if seeing a monster, startled silly.
"Yichen, what are you doing?"
Mu Zihao looked at his son's posture and had a guess in his heart.
"Take the little miss away first!"
Mu Yichen ordered another servant nearby.
The auntie immediately went forward to take Huanhuan away, and everyone else stood by watching, waiting.
