"Shut up!"
Mu Cong, while supporting his weeping mother, glared at Mu Wan, "If the police had been called immediately back then, perhaps the traffickers wouldn't have been able to escape Beijing, and Xiaosi might have been found."
Li Qingyan glanced at Mu Cong with disgust, "What business is it of yours? You have no manners at all."
Mu Cong sneered, "Your daughter has manners, and that means she has the right to yell at elders?"
"You..."
"Enough!"
The old Master Mu slapped his palm on the coffee table with a "smack", his face turning ashen. He first glanced at Mu Shaotang and then turned to his elderly wife and asked, "Chenyan refuses to come back?"
After such an ordeal, the old lady was also exhausted in both body and spirit. Holding her chest, she spoke in a muffled voice, "That child suffered a lot in the past ten years. If things are left as they are, Chenyan will have no face to see the child. What's more..."
