He Wished to Be Mute

"Are you mad!?"

Mo Ru glared at Qi Chao with disbelief. "I am your mother! And yet you scold me for the sake of someone insignificant?"

The crowd, which had already begun to disperse, turned back upon hearing the commotion, casting meaningful glances at Qi Chao.

Initially, this petty drama over theft seemed hardly worth watching—a dispute between a shrew and a cook hardly merited their attention.

Yet someone casually remarked that the shrew was the biological mother of the Qi family's heir.

At once, their curiosity was piqued, and they rushed back to witness the spectacle.

The young heir, Qi Chao, remained composed throughout, uttering only a single sentence—one dripping with loathing and exasperation.

His face was as cold as ice.

He clenched his fists, visibly trembling, as if suppressing a storm within.

Chi Yu noticed his unusual state and stepped forward decisively, grabbing Mo Ru and pulling her toward the cabin.