Qin Haiming looked at him, and for a moment, his mind went blank.
"Yichen, don't talk nonsense,"
Feng Fanghua immediately intervened.
"Nonsense? My wife has spent so many years abroad. After coming back, did Mr. Qin, as her father, sincerely want to make up for the past? Not to mention initially wanting to move my mother-in-law's grave from the Qin family burial ground, let's talk about a few days ago when your wife and daughter went to make a scene at her studio. Whether my wife takes after you or my mother-in-law, is she the kind of person who would strike someone first? Yet, you listened to your wife and daughter's provocations and demanded an apology from her, disappointing not just her—"
Mu Yichen's words trailed off there; he knew Qin Haiming understood his point. His words were heavy, serious, and unkind—so much so that at this moment, his stern demeanor almost made him seem like the host of the table.
"Yichen, stop talking!"