Male God Professor, We Will Pretend Like We Don’t Understand

"Someone has an opinion?" Mu Yunfan felt his heart sink; he had a bad premonition.

Lu Shaoming smiled and did not speak, and at this moment, a melodious ringtone rang out. Mu Yunfan's phone was ringing.

He lowered his gaze to look at his phone and said, "Sorry." He quickly walked out of the private room.

Mu Yunfan returned to the private room 5 minutes later. He looked green, and he sat on the chair to stare at Lu Shaoming. "Young Master Lu, my dad gave me a call just now. He urged me to hurry back to Singapore. Do you know of this matter?"

Ning Qing's small hand that was holding on chopsticks froze for a moment. Uncle Mu?

Ning Qing glanced sideways to look at the man beside her. Yes, she had nothing she could do if Mu Yunfan set his heart on pestering her. He was, after all, her older brother for 18 years. Could she really go call the cops on him?