The Lord of the Quick Transmigration is addicted to the paranoid dragon again today

"Of course not, I only do this to you, because I feel like I've known you since the moment I saw you." Mu Bai reached out and teased his earlobe casually, so cute.

He Yu felt his earlobes getting hot for some reason, and snorted awkwardly, "Slippery tongue."

"That's what my uncle said."

Tate followed silently behind. As he looked at the scene in front of him, a word suddenly popped up in his mind, which seemed to be "flirting". He felt that he should not be here.

When they were about to enter the door, Mu Bai let go of He Yu. He Yu felt the weight on his body lighten, and a trace of loss flashed through his heart. He thought about it and attributed it to his age and wanted to release his father's love.

If Mu Bai knew this, he would be furious. He treated her as his wife, but his wife treated him as her son.

Mu Bai suppressed his smile and walked in. After coming to China, he did intend to meet Grandpa Mu, not for the so-called family affection, but because his mother Mu Qingqian asked him to pass something to them.

Before he entered the house, he saw an old lady with snow-white hair walking out. When she saw Mu Bai, she excitedly came up to him and said, "They look so alike." Her voice was choked with sobs, and she kept muttering to herself with tears in her eyes.

Mu Bai was at a loss as to what to do, letting her pull him along. He was really not used to being intimate with others. If he hadn't been afraid of upsetting his wife, he would have given her the cold shoulder. He Yu, who was standing by, noticed his impatience and quickly helped Guo Ling over. "Auntie Guo, please wait a minute. Let's go inside and talk."

As soon as he walked in, Mu Bai felt a sense of oppression. The deep tones spread around like thick ink. The dark red wooden furniture exuded an ancient and solemn atmosphere. The shape was simple and solemn, showing the profound heritage of traditional culture.

The towering backrests of the chairs create a sense of majesty, as if reminding people to sit upright and maintain a dignified demeanor. The wall decoration is also unique: a vast, majestic landscape painting, immersing one in nature and allowing one to experience the grandeur and majesty of the mountains and rivers.

The old man in the main seat, dressed in a Tang suit, exuded an awe-inspiring aura of oppression. His eyes were deep and sharp, like a sword that could pierce a person's heart. Every wrinkle on his weathered face was a mark of time, but it also added a sense of majesty. His sitting posture was upright and straight, like a pine tree, exuding an unquestionable demeanor.

When Mu Bai saw the man before him like this, all sorts of speculations and associations about his identity instantly surfaced in his mind. After some reflection and comparison, Mu Bai felt that this man's appearance, temperament, and behavior perfectly matched his deep-seated perception of a certain type of person—a complete and utter old-fashioned person!

This "old-fashioned" person comes across as rigid, conservative, and unsmiling. From his meticulous attire to his strict and upright demeanor, every detail seems to reveal a persistent adherence to traditional rules. His serious and slightly apathetic expression suggests that nothing new happening around him could possibly pique his interest or attention.

Mu Bai couldn't help but think to himself: Perhaps it was because of these things that Mu Qingqian was deeply moved when she saw his passionate and treacherous old father. After all, her family was so strict, and if she met a rebellious person, she would definitely be deeply moved. It's a pity that she met the wrong person.

He certainly wouldn't do that. He'd always be his wife's loyal little dog. It's just that this old-fashioned guy wouldn't mess with him and his wife, would he? He looked evil. This time, the relationship with his wife was really a little awkward. If he dared to do something, don't blame him for being rude.

Ever since Mu Bai stepped into this room, Old Man Mu's sharp hawk-like gaze has never left his figure. The old man sat on the carved armchair, leaning forward slightly, carefully looking at the young man in front of him.

Mu Bai, on the other hand, straightened his back and faced the old man's scrutiny without flinching, his eyes fixed on him sharply. For a moment, the old and the young seemed to be engaged in an invisible contest, the air thick with tension and subtlety. They were each secretly speculating about the other, trying to grasp more information from the other's demeanor, behavior, and even the subtle changes in expression.

This made the other two feel a little uneasy, and the whole room was filled with an eerie atmosphere. He Yu now really believed that Mu Bai was not afraid of the old man. This kid was quite brave. Although he grew up here, he was still an outsider after all, so it was difficult to speak.

It was Guo Ling who broke the dull atmosphere. "Come on, good boy, just sit down. Don't stand all the time and get tired." She pointed at Mu Zhongqing who was in the main seat and said kindly, "Don't worry about him. He has a bad face by nature. Just treat him as air. He is just pretending to be nice at home every day."

While Mu Bai wasn't paying attention, he glared at him fiercely. Mu Zhongqing sighed helplessly. He had no choice. He was used to the sour face. He couldn't help but scrutinize and evaluate others. He had developed the habit after years of work.

However, his grandson is notoriously difficult to deal with abroad, and he will definitely not be scared by him. When he saw Mu Bai, he couldn't help but think of his deceased daughter, and a flash of grief flashed through his heart. There was something wrong with his education. His wife still didn't know about Qianqian's death.

He has tried to find his daughter over the years, but he just can't find her. Only recently did he find out that she had passed away many years ago, leaving behind a son who didn't seem to be doing well in recent years. He felt mixed emotions and thought it was fate.

He walked up to Mu Bai with a cane and said, "Come on, I'll take you out for a walk?" His tone was gentle, but it did not allow for refusal, and he walked out slowly.

Mu Bai was a smart man, so he knew what was going on. He nodded to He Yu and Guo Ling. "Sorry, I have to excuse myself for a moment."

Stand up and follow Mu Zhongqing's pace.

Mu Zhongqing took Mu Bai to a pavilion and said, "Sit down!"

Mu Bai sat down without hesitation. Mu Zhongqing's suppressed voice rang out, "Please don't tell your grandmother about your mother's death. She's in poor health and can't handle the stress. We've let you down over the years."

Mu Bai said seriously, "Just relax. Since you don't want her to know about this, I'm definitely not going to reveal a single word! You don't have to worry about this. I have no other intentions in coming here this time except to fulfill her wish."

"Besides, you haven't done anything wrong to me. It's none of your business. Don't worry about it. We are just strangers with a little blood relationship."