After breakfast, Mu Qian picked up his briefcase and left the house. As the expensive business car pulled away from the gate, his indifferent voice rang out inside the vehicle, "Check on Wen Jiaren's whereabouts these past few days, whom she has been in contact with."
The driver's respectful voice came from the front, "Yes, Master."
Mu Qian leaned back lazily in his seat, his eyes deep as the sea: Wen Jiaren, I hope you don't disappoint me.
After seeing Mu Qian off, Wen Jiaren and Mu Xiao turned back. Out of the blue, Mu Xiao said to her, "Xiao'er knows Daddy likes Aunt Jiaren too."
Wen Jiaren just smiled at this comment, devils don't have hearts, they only like themselves.
Wen Jiaren took Mu Xiao to change his clothes, and he seemed very happy, continuing to spill his father's secrets, "Aside from Aunt Lan Ling, Daddy never allows other women to come to our house, you're the first one."
Wen Jiaren smiled and flicked his forehead lightly, "Isn't that all because of you?"
