Listening to Ou Jinzhi's smug tone, Mu Chengxi didn't shatter his illusions.
"Alright then, I wish you an early grip on Tianlang, and remember what you just said about not being one of Mu Chengxi's people. If you encounter something you can't handle, don't bother me anymore. I don't have the time to entertain you."
Mu Chengxi didn't wait for Ou Jinzhi to say anything and hung up his phone directly, starting to process the emails on his tablet. There were too many piled up, making it somewhat troublesome.
When Wen Xin returned to the old house, it was already past one in the morning. She guessed that Mu Chengxi probably hadn't gone to bed yet, but the pitch darkness of the living room shattered her fantasy.
"Why are you coming back so late?"
Just then, the door to the study opened, and a ray of light spilled out from within, casting onto Mu Chengxi and making him look even more attractive.
