"You unfilial daughter, what did you say?" Mu Nancheng's face changed with anger, and he raised his hand to hit Mu Anran's face.
But as soon as he remembered he was there to ask for her help, his hand stiffened in midair.
"Go ahead, why didn't you hit me?" Mu Anran moved her face closer, "After all, you've never treated me like your daughter, the vixen's daughter is the one you consider your own."
Stumped for a moment, Mu Nancheng scowled, "Stop beating around the bush, I came to ask you something."
With a sneer, Mu Anran looked at Mu Nancheng as if watching a joke, waiting for what he would say next.
"Why hasn't the contract for Mu's new project been signed yet?"
Mu Anran sneered, "Dad, it seems like you're asking the wrong person, aren't you?"
"What do you mean, the wrong person? Do you know who that man you've been fooling around with is? He is the successor of the Yu Family in Shangjing, a man who can turn the clouds and rain with a flick of his hand."
