He was so composed and unyielding, it almost felt like Feng Fanghua wasn't even talking to him.
"You little brat, you…"
"Your son is already thirty!"
Before Mu Yichen left, he casually reminded them—every time it's "little brat," from childhood to youth to adulthood, and now he even has a son, yet his mom still scolds him that way.
Sigh!
Mu Qingxin puffed out her cheeks, trying hard not to laugh. She thought to herself that the only person her mom couldn't handle was her dear older brother.
"Even at thirty, you're still a little brat!"
Feng Fanghua shouted at Mu Yichen the moment he walked away.
"Alright, alright! He's already a father. What if Huanhuan and Chengcheng hear and start mimicking you?"
Mu Zihao lifted his head slightly and reminded her.
"Chengcheng doesn't have that ability yet, but Mu Chenghuan, that girl, probably learns words pretty fast."
Mu Qingxin chimed in.
"You little rascal, you too…"
"Aiya, I'd better go check if Ziyu needs a diaper change."
