President, Please Be Careful
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The Zhao family home was filled with sorrow and misery. Each of them has their own agenda. The family barely fared better.

After discussing with Zhao Youulin about their divorce, President Mu who had treated his work as part of his life had been in a daze ever since returning to Mu Feng Group.

When Xia Zhetao handed the documents to him, he was deep in thought. Afterwards, when Xia Zhetao served tea for her, she was in a daze. When Xia Zhetao lifted his head from the documents, he was still confused. When Xia Zhetao lowered his head to pack his things, he was still deep in thought.

As the assistant chief president, Xia Zhetao deeply felt that. Indeed, there was something strange about President Mu on this day.

In this world, everyone had the characteristics of a busy person living within their own hearts, including women and men. Back then, Xia Zhetao's busyness had been stirred up, like a rebellious young beast that had started to fidget.

It stretched out its little claws to scratch its heart periodically. Xia Zhetao was in a dilemma whether he should risk opening his mouth to interrupt just to satisfy his curiosity, or whether he should hold it in and pretend to know nothing. Just then, Mu Tingfeng suddenly got up behind his office desk, surprising him.

“P-President..” Xia Zhetao feels guilty.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to speak, Mu Tingfeng joltedly raised her head to look at her. Xia Zhetao stiffened in fear.

“I'll be back now. You will handle the rest.” He kept his words short.

Mu Tingfeng did not give Xia Zhetao the chance to respond and left. By the time Xia Zhetao regained his senses from the daze, there was no one in the office.

"will return? Where the hell are you going? Are you always far from home? Unless you're going back to where your mistress is? Is this the reason why you lost your cool today just because of the beautiful mistress in your home? Wait for. That's not the main point. Most importantly, you haven't completed most of your tasks. Are you even a real man to throw your work in the middle of the road and run away? President, you should be back soon!”

Mu Tingfeng was already on his way home and clearly could not hear the wails of the head assistant. The confrontation with Zhao Youulin in the morning had attracted all his attention.

Because of that, his mind was already filled with Zhao Youlin's various appearances as he walked out of the cafe, so he couldn't focus on his work.

He wanted to examine the woman who had become much bolder to the point of deceiving him in public and counterattacking him.

Unfortunately, Mu Tingfeng never thought that Zhao Youlin had long left with the child when she returned to the Mu family.

"Young Master, you're home." The old butler's eyes twinkled as he watched Mu Tingfeng return home.

He hurriedly ran forward to greet her. This was the first time Mu Tingfeng had returned home after almost a week.

The last time he came back was when he had a fight with Zhao Youlin about his mistress outside of the family.

After that, he left the house. Soon after, his so-called wife slit her wrist. He knew about it, but he thought that it was just his trickery to make them feel guilty. Therefore, he did not bother to comfort her.

The old butler's gaze turned complicated as he watched Mu Tingfeng return home. 'Young Master Mu came back just because the Madam had left. Indeed, between him and the young master of the third generation, only one of them could stay in the Mu family. Sighing.' The old butler sighed to himself.

Suddenly, Mu Tingfeng asked him, "Where is Madam?"

The old butler was dumbfounded. This was the first time Mu Tingfeng had asked the whereabouts of the mistress. It was a pity for him to ask under such circumstances.

"The lady had taken the young master away from the Mu family as soon as she returned home in the morning."

Mu Tingfeng was surprised when he heard the old butler's words. But he quickly recovered and nodded his head. He frowned as he inevitably glanced at the empty hall on the second floor.

'Why did he leave in such a hurry? Is he trying to play hard to get it? Or it…'