As soon as Mei Mu came downstairs, she heard her father's words and subconsciously looked at Zhang Jiao. "Dad, what were you just talking about?"
Zhang Jiao looked at Mei Mu expressionlessly and smiled ambiguously. "Your father was just saying that you will attend the gathering for the Zhou family this weekend with me."
Mei Mu paused for a moment but quickly regained her composure and smiled gracefully. "Sure, Mr. Zhang, I'll be in your care then."
She agreed readily, and Zhang Jiao's expression finally improved somewhat. However, when he looked at Mei Shu's calm and indifferent face, his emotions were still hard to settle.
A fire raged within his chest, demanding that he possess this woman. It was as if she naturally belonged to him, and whenever he saw her, his hands itched uncontrollably, wanting to grab her by the neck and render her powerless in his grasp.
"Mr. Zhang, let's go to the dining room," Mei Yun's words interrupted his reverie.
