Wasn't my temper just as bad?
Qin Mu subconsciously looked towards Mu Yichen, who was leaning back in his chair, watching her intently.
He seemed to exist outside of this gathering; despite wearing a simple light-colored shirt, he exuded an air of imperial authority.
Late into the evening, as everyone stayed up together, cracking sunflower seeds while watching the New Year's Gala, the father and son duo continued to play chess.
Latter, Huanhuan fell asleep on Qin Mu's lap. Feng Fanghua glanced up and said in a low voice, "Take her upstairs to sleep."
Qin Mu nodded obediently and carried her daughter upstairs.
Mu Qingxin whispered into Feng Fanghua's ear, "Mom, you look so kind and understanding right now."
"Go on, get out of here!"
Feng Fanghua shot her daughter a look, then shoved a fruit platter into her arms, sending her on her way.
Mu Qingxin wrapped one arm around the fruit platter and the other around Feng Fanghua: "I don't want to, I just want to stick with my mom."
