In the end, Fan Zijin did not settle the score with his son because Mu Yangling was right. "Considering the children are still so young, how would they know what their type is? He could fancy someone like me today, but if I beat him up tomorrow, he would prefer another type."
Qi Haoran's intuition told him not to let the two of them quarrel, so he said cheerfully, "That's right. When I was young, I thought that women were troublesome and there was no need to get married. But look, I married Ah Ling the moment I grew up, and now I'm living quite well."
Fan Zijin rolled his eyes at him, while Mu Yangling looked at him approvingly.
At this moment, Qi Haoran could only vaguely guess that the two of them were having a disagreement over the children. However, he did not know what Fan Zijin had said about Mu Yangling. When he asked Mu Yangling at night, he jumped up from the bed in anger and snapped in fury, "How can Zijin say that about you? What's wrong with you? And me, henpecked?"
