"Even I don't know, how could they know?" Mr. Mu casually replied, ready to sleep soundly.
"True, if they knew, they would've emptied my money jar long ago. What a pity, the eldest took most of the silver last time, and the remaining silver is meant for Xiangxiang and Zhenzhen as their marriage dowry."
Speaking of Mu Zhenzhen, Old Mrs. Mu couldn't help but blame Old Man Mu: "It's all because of you, you stubborn old man. Why do you have to keep Zhenzhen locked up? Why not let Zhenzhen go out?
A girl being kept like livestock, no one can endure that, let alone our pampered daughter?"
"A girl? She's already a cast-off woman, do you still want to tell people she's a young maiden?" Mr. Mu angrily retorted Old Mrs. Mu.
Among the family's children, some were spoiled endlessly.
Some were pressured into separate lives. Mr. Mu's internal anger was far from little and not just momentary.
