"You're all right!" As soon as I entered the living room, Mu Shihu, who was sitting on the sofa, looked up and down at Mu Jiyun. Although I heard reports from his staff that he and Luo Hao had nothing to do with each other, I couldn't help but have some minor worries, which I had never disdained before.

"It's okay, Luo Hao suffered minor injuries." Mu Jiyun put Xiaoxuan down and sat down beside the old man. In fact, in many cases, he was not used to facing his father's contrary appearance. I believe that no one would think it was father and son when they went out.

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