When Mu Ziquan heard what Gu Jiaojiao said, a wave of joy surged through his entire body.
He was ecstatic to hear her confirm that he would be able to walk normally again.
He was especially moved that she hadn't embarrassed him in public. But seeing his aunt pressure her in front of everyone filled him with anger.
He shot Mu Qingtong a sinister glare, his eyes flashing with unstoppable rage.
"She is my grandfather's sworn sister. My... my grand-aunt. *Your* aunt. Show some respect when you speak from now on."
Wang Heming, standing beside his wife, felt Mu Ziquan's glare like a plunge into ice-cold water. A bone-deep chill washed over him.
Mu Qingtong, however, was a bit slow on the uptake and didn't notice at all. Perhaps it was because she, her two sons, and Old Mu—who had just entered the living room...
...were all still reeling with excitement from Gu Jiaojiao's definitive statement that Mu Ziquan's legs would one hundred percent recover.
