The woman, faced with a vista of frost, lifted her head, "Really? Then who exactly is she?"
Xiaoxia shook her head, "That I don't know. You're aware, ma'am, we are not allowed to inquire into the young master's company affairs."
Not allowed to inquire?
Then, she would personally make a trip to the company. She wanted to see for herself the woman who once played a cleaner in front of her, what kind of face she was putting on while sitting in her son's office!
Seated at the dining table, her hand clenched, and the chopsticks immediately emitted a "creak" within her grasp.
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When Ou Mucen emerged from the estate, the woman and her car were nowhere to be seen. His gaze turned sharp, and he quickly made a phone call.
"Hello, the number you have dialed is powered off!"
Powered off?
Very well!
He hung up the phone, and his handsome face suddenly resembled storm clouds on the verge of bursting forth, sending shivers down the spine with just a glance.
