Hmph, nothing but nonsense.
Qin Mu's grandfather picked up his cane and gave Qin Mu a hard whack, scolding angrily, "Get out... you want to go out and have fun, don't drag Wanwan into it. Don't think I don't know Wanwan's character; she likes being at home, staying in the studio, completely different from you."
Qin Mu looked at the old man's determined expression and thought to himself, now this is a real problem, quite awkward indeed.
Qin Mu's thin lips pressed together, almost imperceptibly raising the corner of his mouth. That cane strike from the old man wasn't light; it landed directly on his leg, and the calf got hit pretty hard.
This time, the old man was genuinely angry. It seemed like anyone's words would be useless.
"Well, I've already decided. The private jet is ready. In a month, I will bring Wanwan back. Grandpa, Mom, Dad, let me know what gifts you'd like, and I will bring them when I come back."
