The dull ringtone sounded for a few seconds before being picked up.
A respectful voice carried across the Pacific Ocean, "Master."
"Keep a close eye on him. Don't allow anyone to find or snatch him away."
Mu Shaochen's cold voice followed the sound of a lighter being flicked.
One hand held the phone while the other's slender fingers clutched a lit cigarette.
Yet he just gazed at it distantly,
Without taking a single puff.
The man on the phone assured him seriously and respectfully, "Don't worry, Master. I'll keep a close eye on Qin Zheng. He signed a confidentiality agreement; he shouldn't break it."
"Fu Minghan's people are looking for him right now."
"Alright, I got it."
After issuing his instructions, Mu Shaochen hung up the phone.
At the same time, he stubbed out the cigarette in a white jade ashtray.
——
The next morning.
Mu Shaochen went early to bring breakfast for Grandma and Qin Wan.
