Su Li followed Mu Zhuoming into the Mu Family's old house.
Mu Zhuoming's parents were already sternly seated on the Huanghuali carved chairs, ready to receive them.
Their posture resembled that of ancestors in olden times, sitting in the chief seat to welcome their descendants kneeling before them.
The expressions on their faces were so serious that it made one's heart tremble.
However....
Mu Zhuoming paused slightly as he entered the door, then continued without a glance to find a spot to sit casually.
Su Li, with keen eyes, noticed Mu Jiebang's face twitch slightly while Liao Jinxiang's straightened back slumped a bit in frustration.
Su Li almost burst into laughter.
These two old folks have probably forgotten their son's cold nature.
Seeing that although Mu Zhuoming didn't speak, his eyes clearly showed he understood, Mu Jiebang and Liao Jinxiang failed to assert their parental authority.
