Linda turned around and jumped in fright, for right behind her stood Mo Chen, his expression icy cold.
"Mo... Master Mo, you've returned."
Mo Chen looked at Linda for a few seconds, his voice deep and stern, "Who are you?"
"I am the new nutritionist, Mrs. Mo specifically asked me to come and take care of Miss Qiao's diet during her pregnancy." Linda thought she maintained her composure, but feeling the gaze of the notoriously volatile Master Mo, she was still somewhat nervous.
The man's indifferent eyes showed not a trace of emotion.
He took out his phone and dialed his mother's number; after three rings, it connected.
"Mom, did you hire another nutritionist?"
"..."
"Hmm, got it." His attitude remained cold, and he hung up the phone after a few brief words.
Linda stood there, her heart pounding, and with her head lowered, she dared not meet Mo Chen's gaze.
Mo Chen didn't even glance at her, walking to the elevator and pressing the up button.