"Sir, are you wanting to?"
On the other end of the phone, Zuo Zhan's voice changed with alarm.
Mu Shaocheng's tall figure stood outside the hotel, his gaze following the entrance where Su Zhicheng's silhouette vanished from his sight.
He frowned in displeasure, his voice deepening, "Want what?"
Zuo Zhan cautiously asked, "Sir, are you intending to marry Miss Su?"
Before, he had directly called Su Qing by her name.
Now, hearing Mu Shaocheng's tone, he wasn't sure whether he was planning to marry Su Qing.
He felt it was safer to revert to calling her Miss Su.
Mu Shaocheng let out a cold laugh, "How do you manage to become more and more foolish? Keep this up, and you can retire early."
"Sir, how could I retire before you do? I want to stay with you forever."
"..."
Mu Shaocheng hung up on Zuo Zhan before he could be driven to his wits' end by the fool's antics.
On the other end of the phone.
