"True, hmm... such events are not uncommon among big families, considered a tale worth telling, I suppose." Despite struggling to accept it, Mu Cheng tried to comfort himself, given it was about his own family brother.
However, thinking of the term 'tale worth telling' gave him an urge to vomit. It was said that thousands of years ago, such things were indeed treated as beautiful tales, but that was thousands of years ago; people nowadays did not have that kind of refined taste.
"Tale worth telling, my ass; the key point is that Han Yan has no interest in him. You must know what his new nickname is, right? Mu Siyi, known for tearing up ladies' dresses. Do you think he could be interested in men?" Wu Qiuyun asked.
Suddenly, Mu Cheng felt that even if Mu Hanyan's improper habit was an embarrassment and brought shame to the family reputation, it was still better than Long Yang's preference. At least his tastes could be considered normal.
