Yu Lingqian suddenly pushed open the kitchen door.
With a loud "bang," it startled the person inside.
Madam Lin almost let the bowl fly out of her hand, and when she turned around and saw Yu Lingqian's grim face, she asked, "Sir?"
This was the nanny Lu Feng had hired a couple of days ago.
His eyes turned cold, "Where is she?"
Madam Lin was a smart woman; she knew he was asking about Mu Anran.
She quickly wiped her hands, "This afternoon when I arrived, the madam was not at home."
That damn woman hadn't come back?
Yu Lingqian's handsome face darkened as if it could drip water.
With a fearful tone, Madam Lin asked, "Sir, would you like to have dinner first?"
Yu Lingqian didn't respond, but turned and went to the study on the second floor.
The computer was turned on; the screen was packed with densely packed characters, but the more he looked at it, the more irritable he felt.
He furrowed his brows and pinched the bridge of his nose: