Holding a teacup, Mu Jiebang walked into the room with the gait of an old cadre, his gaze briefly brushing over his wife's twisted expression, and laughed softly.
Liao Jinxiang, dissatisfied with his seemingly mocking and sarcastic attitude, harshly questioned, "What are you laughing at? I'm angry for the Mu Family's sake."
Compared to Liao Jinxiang's aging, increasingly plump figure, with soft flesh around her waist and abdomen starting to loosen, Mu Jiebang, over fifty, was well-maintained and appeared energetic.
With his tasteful attire, standing next to Liao Jinxiang, they looked like siblings.
Heaven and earth, Mu Jiebang was clearly older than Liao Jinxiang by a few years.
Just a moment ago when she got angry, glaring at her husband's charming appearance, Liao Jinxiang's anger subsided quicker than she expected.
A father who could produce a son as handsome as Mu Zhuoming surely didn't look bad himself.
