After saying that, he added in a grave tone to the Qin Family's second aunt, "No matter what, the dead deserve respect."
As an elder, she had actually spoken so rudely over breakfast on the first day of the Lunar New Year, disparaging his deceased mother in front of a younger generation. No matter where this happened, someone would have snapped back at her. Besides, Qin Mu had never been someone with a mild temperament who could be easily pushed around.
Thinking of this, Old Master Qin glanced at Qin Mu again. "Watch your words too. She is still your elder."
Qin Mu said nothing. He served Cheng Lang a bowl of congee.
Only then did the rest of the Qin Family quietly let out a breath.
To be honest, they had often lamented in the past that Qin Mu's mouth was fine when he kept it shut, but whenever he spoke, he could choke someone half to death. No one knew whether he had learned it as a child by listening to storytelling and crosstalk with Old Master Qin, or from his mother, whose conduct had been flamboyant and overbearing. Everyone had always guessed that Qin Mu was so sparing with words from childhood to adulthood because he feared that if he talked too much, he would get beaten up.
Clearly, the Qin Family were not the only ones who thought so. Even Cheng Lang, seated beside Qin Mu, was looking him over with a face full of surprise, marveling inwardly. Evidently, Cheng Lang had not known that their Snow Leopard was so hard to provoke. He was really sharp-tongued!
"Would you be interested in being my straight man?" Cheng Lang asked Qin Mu quietly.
Qin Mu looked over expressionlessly, his eyes deep and dark.
Looking at Qin Mu's