Mu Zihao gave him instructions again.
"Mm!"
Mu Yichen agreed as he glanced at his watch, guessing that Mrs. Mu should be awake, and stood up, "I'll head upstairs first."
Feng Fanghua had been sitting quietly without saying anything, barely moving, until her son mentioned going upstairs. She lifted her gaze to look at his face, unable to hold back a low hum, thinking he was surely going up to see his wife.
"Let's not dwell on this matter!"
Mu Zihao looked at his father and said.
"Humph! You sure have a broad mind! If they tell you not to worry, you really won't worry, huh? You should be more concerned about your son!"
Upon hearing his son's words, the old man wasn't pleased and reminded him.
"Exactly! Now Qin Mu isn't even going to the studio, it's obvious this little problem is giving them headaches. How can we not intervene?"
Feng Fanghua joined in after hearing that.
Mu Zihao raised his hand to rub his brow, "Fine, then let's intervene!"
