Mu Zihao joked with his daughter in a serious tone.
Mu Qingxin was so shocked, her mouth formed an O-shape, and she couldn't even find words to respond.
Feng Fanghua couldn't hold back a laugh and thought, what's with this family? Why have they all turned into jokesters now?
The Mu Family used to be so serious, with a hint of solemnity.
But now...
Feng Fanghua turned her gaze to the pair of little ones playing with toys behind the sofa. Huanhuan kept swapping out her brother's toy as if she understood his preferences—changing one after another until he finally liked one.
Feng Fanghua suddenly felt at ease, an unprecedented kind of comfort.
This is what a real home should feel like—no longer cold and desolate, no complaints, just harmony and warmth.
Mu Yichen pulled Qin Mu back to their room to change pants—how could he not make something out of it?
And so, Qin Mu was pressed into the couch, breaking into copious sweat.
