In the Qin Family living room:
The exquisite breakfast stirred the appetite.
Fearing Qin Mu's stomach problems, Mother Qin personally cooked millet porridge.
Various pastries and delicate baked goods filled the table, but Qin Mu had no appetite. Just as he was about to put down his chopsticks, Jian Ran scolded him.
"Qin Mu, do you even care about your stomach or not?"
Qin Mu: "..."
I do...
"If you don't care about it, once we find Xiaowan, I'll have a good talk with her about your lousy stomach. You can't even eat properly, what does that say about your health as a husband?"
Qin Mu: "..."
Qin Mu heard the threat in Jian Ran's words and pressed his lips together.
"Jian girl, since when did you start making threats?"
"Can't reason with a grandson, so I have to resort to threats. If I don't mention Xiaowan, you won't obediently eat, will you?"
"Well said! Extremely well said."
The old patriarch of the Qin Family got excited and couldn't help but speak up.
