Mu Yichen couldn't help but glance out of the window, she really was carefree.
During dinner, Mu Yichen found Feng Fanghua's meticulous care for Huanhuan a bit overwhelming, "Have I not told you that she's not your biological granddaughter?"
Feng Fanghua glared at him, "Does it matter whether she is or not? I say she is, and that's that."
Mu Yichen...
"This little girl, one look and it's clear she's a descendant of our Mu Family."
Mu Zihao doted on his granddaughter, looking at her with pride in his eyes and voice.
Setting down his chopsticks and leaning back in his chair, Mu Yichen grew puzzled, "If you dislike Qin Mu so much, why do you like Huanhuan so much? Don't you believe she was picked up from the welfare institute by Qin Mu?"
Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao exchanged glances, and after Feng Fanghua served Huanhuan some soup, she looked at her son, "Do you have any evidence that my granddaughter was picked up from the welfare institute?"
"You want evidence? Wait for it!"
