Jiang Yan, upon hearing Mu Yichen's words, dared not stay any longer, and incredulously looked at his sister-in-law and his wife before quickly following his uncle ahead, into the interior. The world of women was simply too terrifying for him.
Jiang Yan was the kind of person who never shared his private life with others. In his more than twenty years of life, apart from fighting wars and staying on guard, there were only Mu Qingxin and his son; nothing else mattered.
Mu Qingxin stayed glued to his side, sitting on the sofa next to him without a bone in her body, leaning against his shoulder.
Jiang Yan just glanced at her with a questioning look, hoping she would sit up straight since there were so many elders around to watch, but she insisted on clinging to him.
"Mu Qingxin, as a lady from a prominent family, don't you know the basic etiquettes of sitting and standing properly?"
Feng Fanghua couldn't stand it anymore and said something.
