Mu Qingxin turned her head and looked at the man sitting in the solo armchair.
The elder raised his eyes, examined his grandson's expression, and carefully pondered his granddaughter's words, yet he still didn't understand.
"Did you hear what was said?"
Chairman Mu commanded once more.
"Heard it, heard it!"
Qin Mu dared not argue and obediently went to his side.
Yet as soon as he stood properly, he was grabbed by the wrist and with a slight tug found himself falling onto his lap and embraced in a full hug.
Qin Mu's face turned shades of red and white in fright.
Mu Yichen's piercing gaze fixed on the woman in his arms, wishing he could bite her right then and taste her!
"Aiyo, go to your room if you want to be affectionate, can't you hold back a bit in front of me and grandpa! If our Ayan were here, hmph, I wouldn't be like this!"
As Mu Qingxin spoke, her grievances grew.
That man, for no reason at all, told her not to contact him before the sixth day.
