Looking at Xia Zhetao's reaction, Mu Tingfeng's expression turned darker. He said coldly, "I'm asking you whether you have sent those documents to my father-in-law or not."
"I've sent it. I've sent it! I asked someone to send it personally, so I can confirm that those documents were delivered safely. Those documents must already be in the hands of President Zhao," Xia Zhetao, who had returned to his senses, answered in a hurry.
He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead to congratulate himself on his narrow escape and complained at the same time, 'President, you haven't gotten back with the former Mrs. President yet, but you already calling President Zhao your father-in-law. You sure are shameless.'
Fortunately, Mu Tingfeng did not know what Xia Zhetao was thinking at this moment. Otherwise, with his personality, he would definitely pack Xia Zhetao into a suitcase and throw him into the deepest river outside the city to feed the fish.
