This made Yang Mufan frown. Just as he was about to ask Mu Wanqing if she was listening, a lazy, hoarse male voice came from the phone: "Mr. Yang, at this time, call my wife.
Phone call, do you think... okay?! Even if I have something important to tell you, I would like to inform you during the day. It is really immoral to disturb others' rest in the middle of the night."
And Yang Mufan obviously didn't focus on Tang Moyu's words. In other words: he didn't care at all about what Tang Moyu said.
There was only one question in his mind over and over again, and that was -
"Tang Moyu, it's so late, why are you still staying with Mu Wanqing?!" It can be said that Yang Mufan almost blurted out these words.
Tang Moyu, as if he had heard a funny joke, smiled softly, and then asked: "When will Mu Wanqing and I stay together? There is no need to report to Mr. Yang, and we have nothing to do with Mr. Yang, right?"
"..." Being so blocked by Tang Moyu, Yang Mufan couldn't find a reason to refute for a moment. Yes, they are getting married. Does it have anything to do with him whether they live together or not?!
After a moment of silence, Yang Mufan spoke again, in a commanding tone: "Give Mu Wanqing the phone."
"Mr. Yang, you are ordering your subordinates. Don't talk to me in this tone. I won't do it. Secondly, if you have any questions, tell me and I will tell you." Tang Moyu looked indifferent and gentle.
An impatient gesture.
Suddenly, the shocking blue veins on Fan Junyi's forehead were pulsing.
He stared out the window with blood-red eyes, seeing the boundless darkness, and a piercing murderous aura in his deep eyes.
He gritted his teeth: "Tang Moyu, it's best not to challenge my temper. The consequences are not something your entire Tang family can bear."
Although it is said that Tang Corporation has a strong position and influence in the whole of Asia.
But in his admirer's eyes, squeezing it to death was easier than killing an ant.
"Whether you can bear it or not, it's not something you can predict when you admire Fan. When you admire Fan, don't think that in this world, you are the only one who can be lawless and others can't be wanton. Since you refuse to say it, then I'm dead. As the saying goes
Well said, a night of spring supper is worth a thousand pieces of gold, I won't waste my time foolishly and talk to you so fast." After saying this, Tang Moyu was about to hang up the phone in a cool manner.
Who knows——
Mu Wanqing, who limped out of the bathroom, saw that Tang Moyu hadn't left yet. She couldn't help but become a little angry. She shouted at him at the top of her voice: "It's so late, why haven't you gone back yet?! Really
Are you waiting for me to stew chicken soup for you?! Let me tell you, there is no chicken soup, but there is a live chicken. Do you want to eat it?! And what are you doing with my mobile phone?! Who are you calling?
?!"
"..." Yang Mufan listened to the other end of the phone. First there was a burst of earth-shattering scolding, and then there was a burst of ghostly cries and howls. Suddenly, a smile filled his originally gloomy eyes. He turned around slightly, his posture lazy.
He leaned against the glass window, and then, with a hoarse and joyful voice, he sneered, "Tang Moyu, I finally understand how charming and tender Mu Wanqing is. I'm afraid you won't be able to understand it until you die. What,
Don't be brave. If you don't want to die, hand the phone to Mu Wanqing..."