In a flash!
Blood seeped from his forehead, while Mu Kongwen and Mu Kongwu stood indifferent behind him, hands clasped behind their backs.
At this moment, Su Yueru, holding Little Ye, let out a gentle sigh.
"Ye Fei, let it be, today is the 70th birthday of the Mu Family Head!"
"Daddy!" Little Ye also tugged at Ye Fei urgently, "Little Ye doesn't like it when people kowtow, because I've kowtowed before too!"
Hearing this, Ye Fei's heart tightened.
Just as Mu Xiangjun was about to kowtow for the third time, Ye Fei pulled her to her feet abruptly.
"I can forgive you!" Ye Fei glared at Mu Xiangjun, her eyes brimming with tears, and said every word deliberately, "But not because of the few kowtows you made, and certainly not out of pity for you, but out of respect for the face of my wife and daughter!"
After hearing these words, Mu Xiangjun took a deep breath, and before she could speak, Ye Fei pushed her away.
