It was not that he was not angry with his daughter for making the decision on her own. Still, his anger simply dissipated as he looked at his daughter's watery eyes and his innocent and carefree son.
However, Mu Yangling was very curious. "Father, what agreement does our Mu family have with the village?"
Mu Shi glanced at his swaying son and pointed at the small stool. "Move it over and sit down."
Mu Yangling ran over to bring two stools over, then sat in front of Mu Shi with her brother.
Mu Shi said with a hint of melancholy, "I originally wanted to tell you when you grow up, lest you develop resentment in your hearts and grow crooked. But from the looks of it, you're indeed the descendants of my Mu family. You're kind-hearted and already know how to help others at such a young age."
Mu Yangling blushed at her father's shamelessness. Shu Wanniang, who was sitting at the door making clothes, burst out laughing. Only the naive Little Bowen gazed at his father proudly.
