Mu Wan knew that the old man was chastising Qin Mu indirectly, and she chuckled softly.
Qin Mu's face immediately darkened...
"Grandpa, at critical times, it's your grandson who is truly good to you; these birds can only squawk."
"Hmph, I don't believe you..."
Old Master Qin was full of disdain for Qin Mu, clearly not convinced.
Qin Mu was met with a cold shoulder, narrowed his dark eyes, and led his wife towards the backyard.
His wife was still upset... there was no time right now to accompany the old man; he needed to have a good conversation with his wife...
"Grandpa, I'm going to chat with Wanwan about life and dreams, and I'll come back to have dinner with you later."
"Hmph, go away, I don't care to see you."
Qin Mu: "..."
Alright...
...
Mu Wan was being led by Qin Mu towards the backyard, and although it was past midsummer, the yard was filled with chrysanthemums.
It was clearly a tea party setting.
