Dad?
The child in Wen Laibao's arms, is Mu Qian's son?
Zhao Yugang felt as though all the strength had been drained from his body; he almost sat down on the ground.
It was over; he had just been berating Mu Qian's son—had he seen it?
Mu Qian acted as if he hadn't seen their pale faces at all and took Mu Xiao from Wen Jiaren's hands. Mu Xiao immediately complained to his father, "Dad, they are so shameless. Earlier they said we could order whatever we wanted, and now they are asking Jiaren for money, even telling me to vomit out the food I ate."
Zhao Yugang had heard the couple's words, which is why he had just asked them that.
Now, looking at the middle-aged man and woman whose faces had turned white with fear, he asked very patiently again, "How much did my son eat just now?"
Mu Qian's sharp eyes looked towards Zhao Yugang, who almost knelt down, stammering, "Not… not much… not much…"
Zhao Baoyi secretly pinched Zhao Yugang, wondering why her father was acting so cowardly!
