"Dad, did you hit Mom?"
After Huanhuan said that, she immediately covered her little pink mouth.
"What happened here?"
The old man frowned and asked Mu Yichen harshly.
"I didn't hit her. She didn't want me to get close, and she rolled off the bed, causing the injury herself!"
Mu Yichen explained to everyone, every word true!
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Qin Mu hadn't even finished breakfast; she wished she could kick him out of the house. If it weren't for New Year's today, she felt she should stay home to help. Qin Mu would have really run out to amuse herself.
After breakfast, Qin Mu was packing red envelopes with Feng Fanghua. Feng Fanghua asked her, "How much did you put in yours?"
Qin Mu stared blankly, looking at the thick red envelope, and simply said she packed ten thousand each, then she put in a stack.
"I just took ten sheets from inside, didn't you see?"
Feng Fanghua asked her again.
