Old Mrs. Mu stammered for quite a while, but she still couldn't bring herself to mention Mu Xiangxiang coming out for the New Year's Eve dinner.
Mr. Mu was getting impatient, "Xiangxiang's mother, if you have something to say, just say it directly. Speaking half and leaving half unsaid isn't your usual style!"
Old Mrs. Mu decided to get straight to the point: "Old man, that matter with Xiangxiang happened so long ago, and no one in the village talks about it anymore. Why don't we let Xiangxiang join us for the New Year's Eve dinner tomorrow?"
Regarding Mu Xiangxiang's situation, Old Mrs. Mu felt guilty, so she didn't dare to be too brazen, speaking in a negotiating tone.
Mr. Mu furrowed his brows and thought for a moment, saying, "Xiangxiang is crazy. If we let her out and she cuts someone's hair again like last time, what are we going to do?"
Mrs. Lin's head was bald, and it had only just started to grow some hair.
