Meanwhile, in the backyard of the Mu Family's old residence in Beijing.
An old man and a young man were sitting in a room, with a teapot and two steaming cups of tea placed before them, drinking tea and chatting.
The old man was naturally Old Master Mu, and the young man was Mu Qingchuan.
The room's hall was furnished with a set of old-fashioned wooden sofas, a wooden table, and several aged chairs, with nothing else present.
The originally white walls, worn by time, had turned slightly dark.
Such humble and simple living conditions are truly rare in this era of rampant materialism, especially in a prominent family like the Mu Family, making this somewhat shabby house particularly conspicuous.
At this moment, both Elder Mu and Mu Qingchuan were sitting on that somewhat aged sofa.
"Qingchuan, according to what you said, Lu Tianxing suddenly barged into Tang Qingyun's place and even fought against a fake Tang Qingyun, killing him?"
Mr. Ning's voice carried a hint of gravity.
