Once an idea comes up, it needs to be arranged quickly. Old Mu immediately stood up and said, "This matter ought to be done sooner rather than later. I'll go handle it right now." Then he said to Luo Linhao, "You and Linyu stay here for the next few days, and when I'm done with this, I'll take you back."
"Come on, Dad, do I need you to take me back to my own house?" Luo Linhao exclaimed in surprise and said, "Dad, just let Linyu stay here. I'm going back; it's been years since I last went. I should go say hello and maybe see if I can piss someone off to death."
"Hey, you brat, take it easy," Old Mu opened his eyes wide and said, "Pissing off one or two people isn't the problem; the problem is if they die, I have to be in mourning, and so do you. Understand?"
"I know, I know, I'll be mindful." Luo Linhao waved his hand, saying this casually, though his eyes were flashing with mischief. One could imagine that the Luo Family would be quite lively soon.