When I got home, I was dragged straight inside. Huanhuan was already asleep, and only the old couple was keeping each other company on the sofa watching the news when I heard a set of unsteady footsteps. Instinctively, I looked back.
Mu Yichen, supporting Qin Mu, didn't even greet anyone and headed straight upstairs, dragging him along.
Qin Mu was dying of embarrassment. Barely managing a smile as a greeting to them, he still couldn't free himself from his grasp.
The living room fell into an awkward silence.
Feng Fanghua couldn't help but ask, "What's going on here?"
"Can't you see? Your son is kidnapping that girl."
Feng Fanghua's mouth hung open in disbelief, unable to fathom her darling son coming to this.
"It's only because this kid and her dad don't get along. If they did, wouldn't her old man come over to settle scores with your son?"
Mu Zihao said, barely holding back his laughter.
