When Mr. Mu came downstairs, Mu Shan was getting ready to leave. "Sir, I've finished eating. I'll be heading out now."
"Mmm. Take good care of Ziquan. Tell his mother that her husband wants her to rest easy."
"Got it." Mu Shan drove off after saying his piece. He didn't dare ride his motorcycle anymore.
"Qingtong, ask Aunt Li to add two more dishes. Let's eat." Mr. Mu's heart ached seeing his daughter's red, swollen eyes.
"Cheng Rong, you and your brothers shouldn't go to work or school tomorrow.
Wait until your cousin gets your father out, then you can decide which city to work in.
Your family should leave the Imperial City for now and go to another city to work and study."
"Grandpa, it's all because we're useless. We've made you worry." Wang Chengrong was very satisfied with his grandfather's arrangements.
He could already imagine the scene tomorrow at his workplace—being drowned in everyone's gossip.
