Mu Nanxun and Yi Yi sat down on the sofa next to the old man, with Mao Mao curled up obediently at Yi Yi's feet. Opposite them sat Mu Wenya in a wheelchair. From the moment they entered, Mu Wenya hadn't uttered a single word, not even glancing up at them, as if living in her own world. The old man's return brought back a flood of long-buried memories. Mu Wenya still harbored some resentment towards the old man.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back? I could have sent someone to pick you up," Mu Nanxun said.

The old man snorted in dissatisfaction and replied, "Give me a break. I know what you're thinking. If I had told you I was coming back in advance, I wouldn't have seen you being all lovey-dovey with this girl."

Upon hearing this, Yi blushed and lowered her head, her ears burning again.

Mao Mao raised his eyelids and glanced at Yi Yi, then looked at the old man, and sighed inwardly: "Alas, the old man is really too ignorant. Is this what you call 'being affectionate'? I have seen much more affectionate scenes."

"Looks like you've gotten too big for your britches. First you broke off your engagement with the Xia family, then you confronted that old bastard Ji Nian at the shareholders' meeting, and now... you don't even consult me ​​about anything anymore."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in the old man's tone. "Sigh, a son grows up and no longer obeys his father; once he has a wife, he forgets his father. How could he have given birth to such a heartless brat?"

“Grandpa,” Mu Nanxun raised an eyebrow and took Yi Yi’s hand, “I’ve discussed this matter with you.”

"That's not a discussion, that's a notification!"

The old man slapped his thigh and stood up, his beard bristling and eyes wide. Yi Yi, not knowing where the courage came from, also jumped up from the sofa and blurted out, "It's not Mu Mu's fault, it's my fault!"

"Mumu?" The old man's eyebrows furrowed deeply, his face a picture of utter confusion as he craned his neck, looking around in bewilderment. What was this Mumu anyway? She sounded so silly, so stupid!

Mao Mao said: Ahem, see, I had the same reaction when I first heard this name. This name sounds like an ugly, silly dog, nothing like my name, which combines cuteness and domineering power, elegance with a touch of playfulness.

Even Mu Wenya, who had been completely oblivious, looked up at Yi Yi in confusion and asked, "Yi Yi, did you bring any other friends with you? Let them in quickly, it's late at night, don't let them freeze outside."

Yi Yi: "..." Uh, how was she supposed to explain this? The wooden figure was standing right in front of them.

After a long pause, Mu Nanxun cleared his throat and spoke with difficulty, "Mumu is my nickname."

"Pfft...cough cough cough..." The old man almost choked on his own saliva. These young people nowadays, they really know how to stir things up. You don't even need to guess whose idea this name came from.

"This nickname is cute and silly, which is good. It's better than names like 'Dog's Leftovers' or 'Second Child'... Hahaha..." The old man, who originally wanted to pretend to be profound and leave Yi Yi with the impression of a serious and unsmiling patriarch, couldn't help but give up the pretense because of this name.

Mu Wenya coughed lightly twice, looked at Yi Yi with a smile, and said nothing.

Mu Nanxun's face grew increasingly sour, his lips twitching a few times. Looking at the old man who was laughing uncontrollably, he interrupted him with a gloomy face, "Still laughing? Is there something wrong with my nickname?"