What Kind of Father Is He?

The girl's soft voice fell into Bo Sihan's ears like a feather.

Bo Sihan stared at Mu Wanwan. His sharp gaze seemed to want to penetrate her skin and see through her thoughts.

Nevertheless, Mu Wanwan fearlessly faced Bo Sihan's scrutiny. She wanted to stay and accompany him from the bottom of her heart.

Mu Liqun's birthday had nothing to do with her now.

In her previous life, when she had given her heart to Mu Xiaoxue, Mu Liqun had always turned a blind eye to her.

Even when he learned of her death, Mu Liqun did not shed a single tear.

What kind of father was he?

In her previous life, she must have been blinded by greed. That was why she tried everything to please him and wait for his approval.

In this life, she would treat herself as an orphan without her parents and would not please anyone who did not like her.

As for the matter of visiting her grandfather, she could put it off until tomorrow.

After a while, Bo Sihan didn't find any clues on Mu Wanwan's face, and the hostility around him finally dissipated a little.

He held Mu Wanwan's hand and walked towards the villa not far away.

"I have a video conference later. You can eat first. You don't have to wait for me," Bo Sihan said.

Mu Wanwan nodded obediently.

Suddenly, she suddenly thought of something, and her eyes lit up. She had never made anything for Bo Sihan before, so she thought she would give it a try.

After entering the villa, Bo Sihan went to the study on the second floor while Mu Wanwan ran to the kitchen.

"Miss Mu, are you hungry? Tonight's dinner is Japanese," Ferlin, the maid in charge of the kitchen, said to Mu Wanwan with a smile.

"Auntie Ferlin, I want to use the kitchen," Mu Wanwan said.

"What do you want to use the kitchen for?" Ferlin looked at Mu Wanwan in confusion.

"I want to make strawberry mousse for my brother," Mu Wanwan said excitedly.

Bo Sihan had hypoglycemia, but he didn't like sweet food.

She narcissistically thought about it. If she made it, he would eat it obediently.

Ferlin's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Mu Wanwan. "You know how to make strawberry mousse?"

In the eyes of all the servants in the villa, Mu Wanwan was a young lady who had never touched the kettle or even cooked before.

"I haven't done it either. Let me try," Mu Wanwan said with a smile.

Ferlin looked at Mu Wanwan's bright smile and could not bear to destroy her confidence, so she could only nod.

"Miss Mu, do you need my help?" Ferlin felt that Mu Wanwan probably wouldn't be able to achieve the strawberry mousse on her own, so she gave her a hinting look.

Mu Wanwan shook her head decisively. "I want to finish it alone. You can go and rest first."

After saying that, she took out her phone and opened the omnipotent Baidu to search for the recipe for strawberry mousse.

Ferlin felt Mu Wanwan's enthusiasm and silently prayed for Master Bo. She only hoped that Miss Mu would not make it too unpalatable.

However, she felt that based on how much Master Bo doted on Miss Mu, even if Miss Mu's food tasted terrible, he would still say that it was delicious without batting an eyelid.

Mu Wanwan got busy in the kitchen while Bo Sihan had a meeting in the study.

The large LCD screen embedded in the wall showed the conference room where people filled the seats.

Bo Sihan listened to the person in the video report on the work situation while his slender fingers fiddled with a pen.

Knock-knock.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

Bo Sihan's hands paused and he gave Fang Xun, who was standing beside him, a look.