Mu Zihao whispered to him.
The maid carried the meal from behind him to deliver it to Qin Mu. When Mu Yichen looked up, the maid had already walked out of the dining room, letting out a silent sigh.
In his pitch-black eyes, there was clearly a concern for her, a distress at being unable to see her despite wanting to.
"Playing ball isn't her forte, if you want to play, find a better place when we return to the country."
Mu Yichen said.
"Hmph! You're just jealous, aren't you?"
The old man immediately revealed the truth.
Mu Yichen looked up at him.
"Just because our family is happy here, while you're suffering in Rongcheng with nowhere to vent, you used Qin Mu's injury as an excuse to kill her joy, didn't you?"
Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao looked at the old man in confusion and then curiously at their son.
They still thought Mu Yichen was worried that Qin Mu would get injured again.
"So what if I am?"
