Yang Mufeng halted her steps and looked over the seven- or eight‑year‑old child in front of her with great interest.
His tender little face was filled with panic, yet he stood stubbornly at the entrance of the mourning hall, refusing to retreat even half a step.
Seeing this, the bound Wu Nianyin couldn't help but change expression drastically and shouted, "What are you doing? Hurry up and leave!"
"No, I'm not leaving!" Wu Niantang said stubbornly.
"This woman actually dares to run wild in our Wu Family. As a man of the Wu Family, how could I retreat just like that?"
His words were so lofty and full of righteous indignation that even Wu Nianyin, who'd been about to scold him to leave quickly, was stunned.
A playful smile appeared on Yang Mufeng's face.
"So this is the faith of your Wu Family? Not bad at all!"
Yet those words of praise sounded especially grating in Wu Nianyin's ears.
