The other end of the phone was still silent.
Anran Mu frowned and glanced at the phone screen, her forehead immediately lined with black lines, “Damn, why did this guy hang up on me?”
He calls up and just asks where I am, then hangs up directly.
Is he sick in the head?
Meanwhile, in the Hilton Hotel, Yu Lingqian, who had just hung up the phone, stood quietly on the balcony, his eyes deep with thought.
If he hadn’t misheard just now, that little guy sounded like he was crying?
President Yu, somewhat agitated, turned around and went back to lie down in the master bedroom: Could it be true what Shen Muchen that little brat said, was I too rough?
Picking up the phone, Yu Lingqian dialed Lu Feng’s number.
“How’s the villa looking?”
On the other end of the phone, Lu Feng was standing at the door of the villa, which was already mostly tidy, “Boss, it’s all prepped and ready for move-in anytime.”
“Mmhmm.”
Hanging up the phone, Yu Lingqian finally slowly closed his eyes.
***
Anran Mu slept soundly until she woke up naturally, and by the time she opened her eyes, it was already past ten in the morning.
After washing up, just as she was about to drink some milk, her phone rang.
“Mumu baby, pick up the phone!”
Anran looked down to see “Mr.
Mo” flashing on the screen.
She glanced at the wall in panic before realizing it was the weekend.
Oh no!
Hastily, she pressed the answer button, “Mr.
Mo.”
An unpleasant voice came from the other end, “Anran, it’s already ten o’clock, why aren’t you here yet?
You’ve been tutoring Xiao Jie for over a year now and have never been late.”
Feeling terribly embarrassed, Anran Mu apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr.
Mo.”
The voice on the other end was still cold, “You are an hour late, and it will take another half hour by taxi, so we’ll dock 200 yuan from this month’s salary.”
“Okay, I’ll be right there.” Anran Mu didn’t complain and quickly hailed a taxi and rushed over.
The place where she tutored was in the famous Beiyujing Villa District of City C, rumored to be owned by a renowned lawyer.
However, Anran Mu had been tutoring Xiao Jie for almost a year and besides discussing things over the phone, she had never met him face-to-face.
She was quite familiar with their housekeeper, Aunt Wen, who often made her delicious soup.
Moreover, Anran Mu’s cooking was not bad either, something she had learned from Aunt Wen’s side.
Because she was over an hour late, Anran Mu purposely extended the tutoring session.
Fortunately, Xiao Jie was unlike other rich kids; though he was eleven, he was well-behaved, obedient, and very smart.
By the time she finished coaching Xiao Jie through his weekend homework, it was already after four in the afternoon.
After saying goodbye to Aunt Wen, Anran Mu had just stepped out of the villa district and hadn’t reached the bus stop when her phone in her shoulder bag rang.
Yu Lingqian’s ringtone for her phone was especially dull, but unexpectedly memorable.
Upon hearing it, Anran Mu knew immediately.
She pulled out her phone, and sure enough, there was a brief text message.
“5 PM, Beiyujing Villa No.
8.”
Beiyujing?
Have they got it wrong?
This place is on the south side.
“5 PM?” Anran Mu checked the time; it was already past 4:40 PM.
But this was the Sugar Daddy’s first summon; she couldn’t be late.
Anran Mu hurriedly ran to the side of the road, flagged down a taxi, “Driver, could you please go faster?
I need to get to Beiyujing Villa District.”