Suddenly, Beiming Yu cupped his face, staring seriously at it — this face that had tormented him for so many years.
Mu Nansheng's emotions also surged. After all these years, he still hadn't been able to let go!
"What the hell do you want!" Mu Nansheng glared at him angrily, refusing to let his heart soften for him again.
Otherwise, who knows what terrible thing would happen this time.
Even now, thinking back to Beiming Yu's madness sends shivers down his spine.
"I'll deal with your family's company's issues. Stay away from that old man! Starting tomorrow, you'll be working as a secretary in the Presidential Palace!" Beiming Yu stood up, crossing his arms as he looked at him.
"..."
"Don't even think about playing any tricks. My patience has limits! Let's mark the territory first!" Beiming Yu slowly unbuttoned his shirt, then leaned down to bite his collarbone.
Mu Nansheng winced in pain as he distinctly felt Beiming Yu's teeth piercing into his flesh…
