Mu Jinghang, "..."
So his son had very low expectations of his father.
No! What has Sang Wu, that damn woman, been teaching his son?!
Mu Jinghang felt a wave of rage creeping up his throat.
He was originally a little worried about her being scared after losing her son. But now, he wished that she would die from worry!
When Mu Jinghang got home with Mu Ling, Mu Jianguo was sipping on tea in the living room.
The sound of someone entering made him lift his lazy eyelids.
He originally wanted to just say hi, but the sight of Mu Jinghang holding a kid's hand made his pupils constrict and his eyeballs widen.
"This… This is…?" He threw the teacup away and walked over.
"Stop staring." Mu Jinghang answered, "Your grandson."
Mu Jianguo's eyelids felt hot, "No wonder he looks just like Sang Wu. Right, where is Sang Wu?"
Mu Jinghang's face was tense. He didn't want to admit that he took the kid without her knowledge.
