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"If she liked Jian Yan, would she still be in Rongcheng?"
Mu Yichen spoke with a lack of enthusiasm, his distinct facial contours extra cold.
"Look, aren't you still upset? Am I not worried for you? You've chased her for so many years, and it was not easy to win her heart, yet her heart isn't with you—can't I at least be suspicious?"
"You can doubt whether she loves your son, but you really can't insult her. Say what you want to me, but it's best not to mention a single word in front of her, not now, nor in the future."
After Mu Yichen finished speaking, he stood up and went upstairs to his daughter's room.
Feng Fanghua remained seated in the living room, the warm light shining on her head creating a beautiful halo, but her mood was not beautiful, despite her good intentions.
After he entered Huanhuan's room, Feng Fanghua sat alone on the sofa, sipping tea. She couldn't help but scoff, thinking that unless it was praising Qin Mu, he never seemed happy.
