Ou Mucen: "..."
He gazed helplessly at the ceiling for a while before finally putting down his phone, turning on speaker mode, and climbing out of bed.
"Who told you I took their stock channels?"
"Your second brother came to pay respects to the old man this morning and mentioned it himself. He also said it was to compensate you, so I gave you a call to ask about it," Bai Tingfang hastily explained over the phone upon sensing her son's displeasure.
There was no helping it; she knew her son well. Ever since he was young, the last thing he liked was people keeping tabs on his movements or planting spies around him. If he ever found out about such things, it wouldn't go well for anyone involved, not even if it was his own mother.
Hearing that it was Ou Muyuan who went to the old man that morning, the man on the phone did indeed look less upset than before.
"Hmm, I got it; I just signed the contract yesterday."
