In the Mu Family's hall, Old Mrs. Mu was wielding a feather duster, fiercely striking Mrs. Lin's backside while cursing incessantly.
"For deceiving me, for stirring trouble, for speaking out of turn..."
The sound of the feather duster hitting flesh and the wailing of Mrs. Lin echoed throughout the Old Mu Family's vicinity.
Inside the third branch's house, Mu Dashan was tossing and turning, unable to sleep, unsure whether it was due to Mrs. Lin's howling outside or something else. Regardless, there was an unusual frustration in his heart.
The room was pitch black, completely enveloped in darkness, with a clay window by the ceiling. It was installed so high that even the moonlight couldn't seep in.
Luckily, the Mu Family was already accustomed to such dark nights.
"Shuangshuang's dad, what's wrong? Can't sleep?"
