The Mu family was all sitting on the couch watching the evening show, eating and drinking, chatting away happily. But as soon as she sat down, Feng Fanghua's face turned cold.
Qin Mu looked at her wristwatch, bowing her head, and realized it was already eleven o'clock.
Mu Yichen sat on the couch, having a cup of tea. The person in the bathroom hadn't come out yet, so he looked down at his son, about to fall asleep beside his leg: "Mu Chengyang, go see if your mom is ready. We need to leave!"
Chengcheng didn't even lift his head, quickly got up, and ran to the bathroom, seemingly waiting for his father to say this.
Feng Fanghua sat beside him, her chest inexplicably felt like it had been cut by a knife. Although it seemed shallow, the blood slowly seeped out, more and more viscous, and the wound seemed to deepen gradually. She hadn't expected that her beloved grandson would be waiting to leave her home.
"Brother, what time is it? Just stay the night at home today!"
