Old Sir Mu patted Mu Chuanlin's shoulder, speaking with deep emotion, "Chuan Lin, the future of the Mu Family depends on you."
Mu Chuanlin didn't speak, but someone beside him couldn't sit still any longer.
That person was none other than Mu Chuanlin's older brother, Mu Weiguang, father of Mu Ang, "Old Sir, this may not be appropriate?"
Old Sir Mu looked at him coldly, "I didn't even mention you, and you didn't consider what day today is, go and properly manage your wife and son first, and don't embarrass me again!"
Old Sir Mu completely ignored his eldest son and walked straight toward the crowd.
The Old Sir was over seventy years old, still strong and vigorous, holding all affairs of the Mu Family firmly in his grasp.
Unfortunately, except for his youngest son, the others were useless, with none capable of inheriting his mantle.
When Mu Weiguang's mother was still alive, she disliked Mu Chuanlin, the illegitimate child, and had driven him away.
