Mu Dashan took a deep breath, seemingly trying to gather his courage. After a while, he said, "Mother, the restaurant belongs to Shuangshuang and Fengzi. Si Niang and I have no share. We haven't saved enough for your retirement yet!"
"What? It's not yours? Are you fooling this old lady? What's the difference between it being Shuang's and yours?" Old Mrs. Mu jumped with rage, pointing at Mu Dashan's nose as she spoke.
Mu Shuangshuang looked at Old Mrs. Mu's fierce expression, and she wasn't pleased.
"Of course there's a difference. I'm going to marry Fengzi, so the restaurant will eventually be Fengzi's property. You should understand this, right Grandma?"
Mu Shuangshuang felt a sense of relief saying this.
The Old Mu Family always eyed the third branch's belongings. Whenever the third branch had anything nice, they were eager to snatch it away.
When they couldn't get what they wanted, they would cause trouble. Mu Shuangshuang had become immune to Old Mrs. Mu's old tricks.
