President, Please Be Careful
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The old butler shuddered. She looked at the phone in Mu Tingfeng's hands and asked in surprise, "A-Is that Madam Mu?"

Mu Tingfeng furrowed his brows as he heard how the old butler spoke to Zhao Youlin. He didn't say anything. Instead, he asked the person on the other end of the phone even though he already knew the answer, "You ..."

The voice coming from the phone stopped suddenly as if he had been distracted. After a while, the master and servant heard the ridicule they could not recognize anymore, “Hehe! We have only met for a few days. Can't you even identify me with my voice? It was so heartless of you, my dear ex!”

Zhao Youlin gritted her teeth as she said the final words. Meanwhile, Mu Tingfeng found it funny.

This was especially the case when he actually heard his teeth gnashing. She imagined the various possible expressions coming from her beautiful yet evil face. As Mu Tingfeng thought of this, she felt much better. Even his lips which he barely moved slowly curved upwards.

The pitiful old butler who had been standing helplessly at the side was startled once again.

'A-Is the young master just smiling?! My God!’ The old butler had been living in the Mu family home for many years. He grew up watching the young master. This was the first time he had seen the young master smile.

Although Mu Tingfeng's lips twitched slightly, that alone was already considered a rare sight. 'After all, why did the young master speak to Madam Mu, ahem, I mean Miss Zhao, like he was teasing her...?'

Teasing? The young master who had always been very serious and treated everything in a cold manner was actually flirting with someone?! Moreover, someone who happened to be Zhao Youlin whom he avoided was like a plague! What happened to the two of them when he wasn't around?!

Mu Tingfeng ignored the dumbfounded expression of the old butler. He was obviously happy that Zhao Youlin had taken the initiative to contact him as she expected. Eyes sparkling. He spoke in a deep voice and asked a question in return, “Oh? So, my ex called. What's problem?"

“Why else am I chasing you, President Mu? Are you going to act stupid about this?" After Zhao Youlin spoke, she glanced at the folder placed on the bedside table. Then, she recalled the nervous expression of Mu Tingfeng's personal assistant as she chased after the thief. He threw away his face and decided to continue.

“President Mu, if you don't remember it, I don't mind repeating it myself. I really happened to pick up a pile of scrap paper by the roadside.”

When Mu Tingfeng heard Zhao Youlin describe her pile of documents as trash, a hint of damage appeared in her dark eyes, and she said, "So?"

Zhao Youlin almost choked. However, he insisted on finishing his words, “Nothing. I happened to see the name of the Mu Feng Group in a pile of scrap paper. There seems to be some important documents related to partnerships with certain groups. Therefore, I'm wondering if you still want your stuff back. If not, I'll throw it in the trash. They took my place.”

"Dump them then." Before Zhao Youlin finished speaking, Mu Tingfeng had already cut her off.

"What?!" Zhao Youlin froze and asked reflexively, "Isn't that ..."

"They are fakes," Mu Tingfeng boasted and sounded even happier when he heard her surprised tone.

Zhao Youlin was speechless.