Feng Fanghua saw that the old man had calmed down and stopped talking; naturally she didn't dare say any more. If something really happened to the old man, the Mu Family would probably fall into chaos.
Just past five in the afternoon, Mu Yichen came home. It was already drizzling by then, the cold making people not want to move.
After Mu Yichen got home and saw how desolate the living room looked, his dark eyes shifted slightly and he asked softly, "Where's Grandpa?"
"In his room!"
Feng Fanghua was sitting on the sofa; she'd already been sitting there alone for a long time. She kept feeling like she'd been played. Now that her son had come back, the first thing he asked about was the old man. She lifted her eyes to look at her son. "Did you and your grandfather plan this together?"
"What are you talking about? Is Grandpa not feeling well? I'll go check on him!"
"You stop right there!"
Seeing him about to leave, Feng Fanghua immediately called out to stop him.
