Mu Jingfeng waved his hand, wearily gesturing for everyone to leave.
Elder Qing and them still wanted to persuade him, but when they saw him sweep over his indifferent gaze, they couldn't help but sigh. They all walked out while shrinking their necks.
"Xingchen, you stay behind."
Mu Xingchen sat in front of him and did not say anything.
Mu Jingfeng looked at him and asked, "Xingchen, do you think it is right for her to do this?"
"Even though your mother is not your birth mother, she has borne such hardships to raise you. When has she not done her utmost to take care of you when you got sick? Also, your sister Xuan'er respects you the most."
Mu Xingchen remained silent.
"I know your temperament has always been cold, but you are not someone who does not know good from bad either. You must be able to feel that your mother and sister are genuinely and sincerely thinking of you, right?"
"Father, what do you want to say."
