"Stop hitting, didn't Wanxin say that girl's face got a little hurt? Kids are sensitive, let her rest and heal for a few days, and bring them back once she's better."
After Grandma Mu finished speaking, she went upstairs by herself, her desolate figure appearing a bit lonely.
"Dad, should we..."
"No need to worry, I'll go check." Before Zhenzong could finish, Old Mr. Mu waved his hand and followed upstairs.
An Ran and Mu Xingfeng ran a lap first, then followed him to learn a few military boxing moves, practiced all morning, and as a result, her breakfast appetite opened up wide.
She endured the pain in the corner of her mouth, ate a whole basket of steamed dumplings, and drank a bowl of millet porridge before feeling satisfied.
Mu Xingfeng patted her long hair with satisfaction, "Not bad, keep it up."
At this time, a servant entered the house, "Sir, Wanfeng Group's manager Chen Wanli is outside the villa, wanting to see you."
