Mu Zihao suddenly remembered something and looked at his son and daughter-in-law, "Right, according to our local customs, you two should visit the Mayor of Qin City to deliver some gifts before the New Year. Are you planning to go in person, or do you plan to send someone else?"
"Dad, isn't that just disgusting? Why send any gifts? After being driven out for so many years..."
When Mu Qingxin heard what Mu Zihao said, she felt it was too formal and also too insincere. How could Qin Mu possibly want to give gifts?
"You little kids should not interrupt arbitrarily."
Feng Fanghua reminded her.
"Please, I'm only two months younger than that girl, and we both are mothers. Why call me a little child?"
Mu Qingxin hated it most when others called her young, clearly, she had a man and was a mother.
"You... can't you just talk less?"
