Mu Qian's chest was visibly heaving, and with a grim face, he indifferently ordered the servant, "Serve the meal."
Soon the servants brought up a table full of delicious delicacies. An Ying and Lan Ling were not present; only he sat there alone, the sound of knife and fork clinking against the plate, the sound of the wine glass being set down on the table, were especially loud.
With a 'snap', the knife and fork were thrown mercilessly onto the table, hardly any food had been touched.
The servants did not dare to breathe; suddenly, Mu Qian stood up and walked upstairs, knocking on the door with his hand.
A tender voice came from inside, "I said I won't eat, and I mean it."
As the voice faded, the door was kicked open. Mu Xiao, clutching a teddy bear, sat on the bed watching his father, whose face was as cold as frost, march towards him. Fearfully and instinctively wanting to hide, he was instead picked up by one hand.
