President, Please Be Careful
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Zhao Youlin finally figured out the true meaning of being an evil capitalist. Even this simple problem can be used as a business opportunity.

It took a tremendous amount of pain to contain her anger before she tried to beg, “Mu Tingfeng, don't overdo it. My hands are all hurt because I helped you catch that thief!”

When Mu Tingfeng heard Zhao Youlin mention her injured hand, a grim look flashed across her eyes.

However, his tone was as smooth and calm as before, "You also messed up our plans." He humbly mentioned that he shouldn't be too nosy.

Without him, they could still catch the thief. In fact, not only could they catch the thief, but they could also uncover the mastermind behind the scenes.

It would be like killing two birds with one stone. He had screwed up their plan by putting his nose into more business than he should have.

He should be grateful that they are not holding him accountable for his mistakes. How dare he really still want to claim credit for his deeds?

Zhao Youlin naturally understood the underlying meaning of Mu Tingfeng's words. The words "what the fudge" decided to resonate in his head with the intensity of twenty-five loudspeakers, along with thirty megaphone. What the fuck?!

Zhao Youlin decided that if she ever meddled in her affairs again in the future, she would cut off her hand. He lost all his patience. But he decided to go with the flow.

Although things developed in a bad way for him, and he asked, "What does it take for you to return my things?!"

Mu Tingfeng's eyes fluttered and he said in a deep voice, “To be honest, your things are useless to me. They are nothing but trash.”

"Is that?" Zhao Youlin's face was black, and she repeated what Mu Tingfeng had said earlier.

"So, I can give it back to you, but on one condition."

Zhao Youulin's face darkened once again after hearing him set a condition. He asked, "What terms?"

"Well?!"

“If you want it, come and grab it yourself. Tomorrow morning we meet at eight in the same place, Direct Sun Cafe. I won't wait for you if you're late." Mu Tingfeng spoke in a deep voice and when Zhao Youlin heard her words from the phone, she was completely stunned.

Before Zhao Youlin returned to her senses to ask any further, she had already hung up. What happened next was a busy signal that was very familiar.

Zhao Youlin was speechless.

'T-Close ?!' Mu Tingfeng actually hung up on him.

Ha ha! The idiot actually hung up. While staring at the phone in her hands, all Zhao Youlin had in mind was that Mu Tingfeng had hung up the phone.

His face turned white and eventually black. Regardless of how angry Zhao Youlin was in the end, as Mu Tingfeng hung up the phone, she felt good, as she ended up taking revenge on the fact that Zhao Youlin hung up last time.

Meanwhile, the old butler standing at the side felt very unusual. His old face looked bitter. 'Young master said so many things to Ms. Zhao today was thus almost equivalent to the total number of words he had spoken throughout his life. Something is wrong. Indeed, there is something that is really not true! No way, I have to call and tell the host, hostess, and former host!’

Mu Tingfeng seemed to notice that all eyes were on her. He quickly withdrew his smile and instantly returned to his usual cold demeanor.

He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you all have no duty?" The crowd that had been watching him happily immediately felt a chill.

They hurriedly straightened their backs and left. Even the revered old butler shuddered and left quickly. He was eager to report this matter to the host and hostess.

When Mu Tingfeng saw the crowd had left, she felt a little better. He looked up and saw the phone. Some emotions flickered in his eyes.