When Mu Yuchen pushed the door open and walked in, Mu Zicheng was sitting on the sofa flipping through a magazine.
"Father?"
When he saw Mu Yuchen walk in, Mu Zicheng was naturally a little surprised.
Mu Yuchen nodded and sat down next to him. The medicinal wine in his hand was placed on the table in front of him as he turned his head to look at him. Then, he lowered his gaze to look at his legs that were hidden under his pajamas. Suddenly, he raised his hand to knock, Mu Zicheng immediately sucked in a breath of cold air—
"It hurts, Father!"
As he cried out in pain, he subconsciously reached out to gently rub it.
"Do you still know how to feel pain? If you continue to act like this in the future, I won't bother with you even if you're crippled."
Mu Yuchen glanced at him unhappily. "What are you still standing there for? Roll up your pants legs. Let me take a look."