Old Mr. Shen snorted coldly, "Just drink this toast for your Uncle Lin and me, forget about Old Man Mu."
Old Mr. Mu wasn't happy when he heard this, "Old brother, why should I be excluded? I am displeased too. An Ran, that girl, suffered a loss. She's my granddaughter-in-law, I'm still hoping for her to give me a great-grandchild."
"What are you hoping for? Don't you already have a great-grandchild? Didn't you hear Ran say that woman always has her child call Xingfeng 'dad'? What, haven't you met such a big great-grandson?"
Old Mr. Shen's mustache twitched with anger.
He always thought Mu Xingfeng was steady and fair-minded, prioritizing the big picture. Who knew he'd have such a mess outside? If it wasn't for his indulgence, how would that mother and son dare be so bold?
