He grabbed Mu Haiyun's hand to stop her from continuing to kowtow, even using a bit of force, trying to help her up from the ground. But Mu Haiyun was determined to kneel, and his gentle pull was not enough to lift her.
"Haiyun, get up!"
Mu Qinghan closed his eyes briefly, his mind flashing with the furious expression of his son, Mu Yi. He thought of his little granddaughter's grievances and injustice, and the muscles at the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Grandfather, trust you this time!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Haiyun let out a loud wail and cried uncontrollably.
Old Madam Mu watched with unbearable heartache, quickly went to support Mu Haiyun, helped her up from the ground, her tears falling in splashes.
"Oh, Haiyun, you silly girl, why are you so foolish! We are all family, why do you need to kneel to your grandfather! You... you... do you want to break your grandma's heart?"
