Mu Zihao didn't speak, just a slight noise came from his throat.
Mu Yichen didn't speak either, and Mu Qingxin even less so, struggling to hold back her laughter, thinking that finally someone had managed to shut the old man up.
"How old is Mumu this year? I remember she's about the same age as Qingxin."
The old master inquired.
"I was born the same year as Qingxin, my birthday is just a little earlier than hers."
Qin Mu couldn't remember Mu Qingxin's exact birthday, but with Mu Yichen around, she remembered roughly.
"She's still a child, Yichen, you have to treat Mumu well, you can't let the girl suffer following you."
The old master then turned to his grandson sitting quietly next to Qin Mu and advised, Mu Yichen lifted his eyes slightly, his mouth immediately forming a straight line: Of course!
But a child...
Mu Yichen thought to retort, but he didn't get the chance.
