Old Mu saw the opponent being so agreeable and snorted inwardly, hoping you'd still be this agreeable when you return.
"It should be so."
Old Master Luo saw Old Mu sitting there, not speaking much, yet exuding presence. He felt suffocated; a mere progeny living better than he did.
He actually didn't want the family to separate, as the family stayed together, he would remain the Eldest and head the family. Even if Old Mu was the State Duke, he would still have to listen to him, and Old Mu's official salary, festival gifts, various tributes would be contributed to the main family treasury. Those fine things would eventually belong to him and his sons.
Unfortunately, even though he had his plans well laid out, Old Mu wasn't someone he could control.
Moreover, in the Capital City, no family with a grandchild still lived together like theirs; he wanted to maintain such face.
After a while, Second Luo and his wife came over.
