Mu Ci smiled coldly. "Alright, I don't mean anything else. It depends on what you do."
Old Mo got up and said, "Eldest Young Master, please wait a moment. I'll make a copy for you. It'll take some time."
Mu Ci waved his hand slightly and Old Mo scrambled away.
"Young Master, I'll go over and keep an eye on him. I'm afraid that he'll call Second Young Master," Du Cong, the bodyguard beside Mu Ci, said.
Mu Ci reached out to stop him. "If he doesn't know what's good for him, he won't be able to survive in the future."
Du Cong looked at Old Mo's back and was very worried.
Mu Ci gently patted the armrest of the wheelchair. "Du Cong, you have to calm down. If we have to spend so much effort to keep an eye on such things, won't we be exhausted?"
"Yes, Young Master!" Du Cong acknowledged.
The timing was perfect. Mu Ci picked up the item and went to fetch Bei Shuo. The timing was just right.
