The voice was plain and unremarkable, yet it made the listeners' hearts jump involuntarily.
"This..." Jiang Zhiyuan looked at Qiao Yi and Zhao Huai, both of whom dared not ask any questions.
"What? Don't you have even this much courage?"
Mu Yichen raised his eyes to look at the man who was over one meter eighty at the doorway.
"Tch, who has this young master ever been afraid of? Besides, I am but a messenger, and as the old saying goes, 'don't strike the messenger in a war between two parties'."
After Jiang Zhiyuan and Qiao Yi left, Mu Yichen calmly got up with Huanhuan in his arms, "Shall we go see your mommy, or go home to sleep?"
"See mommy, mommy..."
"Hmm! That's what I was thinking too."
Father and daughter cheerfully left the hotel, but they didn't head to the clothing factory to find Jing Qing; instead, they went home.
