"What? Imprisonment?!" Grandma Cui couldn't believe her ears.
She immediately shook her head vigorously. "No! You absolutely cannot go to jail! Our Mu family cannot have descendants who go to jail!"
"Grandma, you're the only one who can help me now."
Mu Yanming grasped her hand tightly and knelt down heavily.
Grandma Cui stared at him, puzzled. "Help you? How can I help you?"
She was just an ordinary old lady who had spent her life taking care of the family. How could she have the power to intervene in such matters?
"Grandma, you can talk to Dad and ask him to help me. If I say it, he will definitely beat me to death. He is most filial to you; if you speak, he will definitely listen," Mu Yanming quickly suggested.
Grandma Cui frowned, looking troubled.
She knew what kind of person her son was, better than anyone. His filiality was only guaranteed under normal circumstances. In principle, he prioritized the country over family.