Mu Zihao's deep voice spoke to her, hoping she wouldn't shoulder the responsibility.
"Right! If anyone's involved with our family, it's this kid here, bringing back a bunch of messy romantic entanglements every day. We only stayed in Paris for a few months, and you, kid..."
The old man clenched a small teapot in his hand. If it weren't so valuable, he might have actually thrown it at Mu Yichen.
"Dad!"
Feng Fanghua tilted her head back, seeing the old man's stance, and was frightened, truly worried that he might smash the teapot on her son's head.
Mu Yichen was even more stunned, thinking to himself, luckily, the teapot was worth more than him, otherwise, he'd be getting a cracked head.
Qin Mu and Mu Zihao were also startled, while the two little ones playing with toys over there had no idea what was happening.
"Even if Yichen is at fault, talk about it. Don't just raise your hand at every turn; you'd feel the heartache if you broke it, wouldn't you?"
