Actually, Yang Chuxia was speaking very softly to Ye Zi’an, and there were not many people in this outer room at the time, but sometimes things just happen to coincide.
Old Mu had come over under the guidance of a young servant, and happened to hear this sentence.
"Who has anything to do with me?"
"Uh..." Yang Chuxia was stunned.
She looked at Ye Zi’an, who in turn looked calm, and they exchanged glances. In her eyes, Yang Chuxia asked whether she should say it or not, but Ye Zi’an shook his head.
However, Old Mu who didn’t get an answer was already impatient. He eyed the two suspiciously, then leaned in to peek into the inner room, but due to the curtain, he couldn’t see anything.
For some reason, it was as if there was some magical power in there that made him want to step inside unconsciously.
Finally, he arrived at the bed in the inner room, and when he tremblingly pulled back the curtain, his breath seemed to stop at just one glance.
Then, there came a thumping sound of someone falling to the ground.
Outside, Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an heard the noise and hurried in, only to find Old Mu lying on the floor with his eyes tightly closed in front of the bed.
"Old Mu? Old Mu?" Yang Chuxia whispered.
"What happened?" Mu Shaoling entered with medicine in hand and looked at the man lying on the floor with a grim expression.
"Can’t you see he passed out?"
Mu Shaoling said coldly, "Of course I know he passed out, but why is he here?"
As he said this, he motioned for a guard to carry the man to a soft couch in the outer room.
"He came with us. He just went to stop the carriage and came back. He happened to hear my conversation with Brother An, and after he entered, he ended up ."
Mu Shaoling was speechless, "What exactly did you say?"
"Just that the two of them look somewhat alike."
At this moment, Mu Shaoling really wanted to strangle Yang Chuxia, but he couldn’t find a reason to do so. Giving Yang Chuxia a hateful glance, he took a silver needle to jab Old Mu, but Old Mu did not wake up in time.
"Is Old Mu okay?" Yang Chuxia asked worriedly.
Mu Shaoling snorted coldly without acknowledging her. Then he walked out, followed by Ye Zi’an, "What is the relationship between that child and Old Mu?"
"Aren’t you very clever? Go figure it out yourself!"
"Is he Old Mu’s son?" Ye Zi’an voiced his guess, while Yang Chuxia trailed behind him, eagerly waiting for Mu Shaoling’s answer.
Mu Shaoling, however, still kept his mouth tightly shut and was unwilling to say anything.
But things quickly became clear; even if he didn’t say it, Yang Chuxia figured out what was going on.
Because shortly after noon, Old Mu woke up on the soft couch, and the first thing he did after waking up was running to the bed of the boy named Linhao. Then grief came over him, and Old Mu cried, he actually cried!
To be honest, it was the first time Yang Chuxia saw a man cry so painfully.
Before long, the person on the bed also woke up. He stared blankly at the ceiling with his good eye and didn’t speak.
Old Mu stepped forward and hugged the boy, "Child, Dad is sorry! You’ve suffered!"
However, the boy still didn’t have much of a reaction. It wasn’t until Old Mu called out more than ten times that he finally responded. When he saw Old Mu’s face clearly, he was clearly very excited, but he couldn’t say anything for a long time.
"Good child, good child, Dad knows you’ve suffered. Rest assured, Dad will avenge you. Dad will make those people suffer a thousand cuts to avenge you!"
At these words, the boy laughed. He laughed so happily that Mu Shaoling couldn’t help but sigh, as this was the first time he had seen him laugh in so many days.