An Ran's eyes were red, clearly, she had been crying before.
What does it mean to walk behind the elder at this time? Most people in the hall could not understand.
Mu Xiaojiu glanced at them indifferently, then continued to drink tea as if nothing happened, paying little heed.
When Sir Mu approached everyone, all stood up and greeted him respectfully.
Mu Xiaojiu also put down his cup, stood up, and gently called out, "Dad."
Sir Mu nodded and walked to the head seat, sitting down tremblingly.
No one spoke.
Sir Mu's face looked rather unwell, obviously in a bad mood, you could even say terribly bad.
His face was stern all the time, only softening a bit when he looked at An Ran.
"An Ran, come over here and sit next to Grandpa," he beckoned to An Ran who was standing by the side.
An Ran looked at him, her chin knotting slightly, seemingly a bit resistant.
"Come over," Sir Mu called again, this time his voice softer and more tender.
