""Don't you always say there's no father-son relationship at the gambling table?"
The old master threw his son's often-used words back at him.
Mu Zihao smiled helplessly.
Qin Mu was dragged back to the room and pushed forcefully outwards. Mu Yichen immediately raised his hands and stood to the side, looking afraid of hurting her.
"What are you doing?"
Qin Mu asked him, raising her eyebrows.
"Grandpa told us to come up and rest!"
"Since when did you, President Mu, become someone who follows orders?"
Qin Mu asked him.
"I do listen to some things, especially the words of my elders!"
He looked particularly sincere.
Qin Mu stared into his eyes, yet her gaze clearly said, 'I don't believe a word of it!'
"May I come a little closer?"
The room lapsed into silence for several seconds before he asked her in a suddenly low and serious voice.
Qin Mu saw a faint weakness in his eyes, like a glimmer of light.
