It was already dusk. The golden afterglow spread over the earth, and the sky was still relatively bright.
In the Mu Family courtyard, everyone's eyes were focused on the courtyard. At this moment, Mu Jingtian walked slowly out of the room, with Mu Xue following closely behind.
Sensing Mu Xue's worries, Mu Jingtian patted her back and comforted her with a smile, "Xue, even if your brother loses, I won't let him harm Yang'er. Besides, if you really don't want to marry that Lin Jing, I won't force you. Our Mu Family isn't afraid of the Lin Family."
"Grandpa, I don't want to marry Lin Jing," Mu Xue said unhappily in a low voice.
"Then we won't marry him!" Mu Jingtian smiled kindly.
Before, he had been in seclusion, paying little attention to external affairs. So when Mu Xue saw him, she clearly felt a bit shy. However, Mu Xue was his granddaughter, and she was quite interesting—daring to love and hate. This suited his taste.