Mu Xiaozhi did an excellent job as a messenger; Mu Shuangshuang was very satisfied. She gave Little Zhi a praising smile and then closely watched Mu the Third, hoping he would soon relent. Mu Xiaozhi cooperated by shrugging Mu the Third's shoulders.
"Dad, just let sister go. Sister is still sick and can't go hungry. At worst, when Grandma hits her, Dad can help."
One with eyes, the other with words and actions, Mu the Third Mu Dashan was finally persuaded. He sighed to himself, wiped the mud off the back of his hand, put down Little Zhi, and prepared to carry Mu Shuangshuang.
Something she thought would never happen in a lifetime suddenly came; Mu Shuangshuang was somewhat uneasy, but more worried.
