"No, that's not what I meant, Madam please don't misunderstand," with just a few words, the assistant's forehead was already beading with sweat.
Liu An told him that Mrs. Mu is even harder to please than President Mu, and sure enough.
Nan Wan stepped forward two steps, a faint smile playing on her lips, with a look of some interest, she slowly asked back, "What have I misunderstood?"
The Mu Family's employees, what are they doing at the sanatorium...
With Third Brother there, Mom doesn't need them to worry.
It's not the hottest season in Qing City right now; instead, it's quite comfortable, yet the assistant's forehead was sweating more and more, not daring to meet Nan Wan's gaze.
Stammering, attempting to gloss it over, "This... I, I..."
Seeing him like this, Nan Wan understood, "Your President Mu doesn't let you say?"
"No!" This time, the assistant answered urgently, "President Mu didn't give such instructions."
