"Pfft..." Mu Shaoling chuckled, flicking his forehead with his finger, "By the time you show filial piety to me, I fear my hair will have turned white."
"Besides, it's not like I don't have a son. You should show filial piety to that stingy father of yours."
Yangyang pouted, thinking to himself, you do have a son, but Chengcheng can't even be bothered to call you father, and you want him to be filial? It's lucky if he doesn't annoy you.
Seeing him pout, Mu Shaoling couldn't help but want to pinch his face, but Yangyang reacted quickly and jumped back several steps.
With a proud expression, "I once sparred with Prince Le, not just anyone can pinch my face."
"Show-off!"
Mu Shaoling snorted twice and then asked Yang Chuxia, "How did you guys manage to come over today?"
"What? Haven't you heard?"
"I've been staying in this courtyard and haven't gone out; I know nothing of what's happening outside."
