Oh my god, what is she babbling about?

Wen Xiangyang took a step back, shaking her head, "Nothing, Young Master Mu. It's just that... uh, stocks, yes, the newspapers are haphazardly writing about your company's stocks hitting limit down, I..."

Mu Lingqian frowned, Wen Xiangyang felt a jolt in her heart, covering her mouth, Heaven, What was she blabbering about?

Mu Lingqian glanced at her once, snatching the paper from her hand with an intimidating aura, Wen Xiangyang did not dare to snatch it back from him.

The newspaper got snatched away, Wen Xiangyang lowered her head, her heart filled with anxiety.

After who knows how long, Mu Lingqian's cold voice came, "Come in with me."

Come in?

What for?

Wen Xiangyang looked up, Mu Lingqian only left her a silhouette of his back entering the room, she dragged her feet to follow, wishing she could walk even slower than a turtle.