m, she hummed in response. She turned her head to look at He Hanchuan beside her, took back her phone from him, and then opened it, tapping a few times on the screen.After a while, Li Yan came down wi...Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Meng Lan could only stand up and walk towards the tea room.

This short distance, she walked particularly hard. After pouring the tea water, she held the tray and walked towards the CEO's office.

Standing at the door, her steps hesitated slightly.

Through the thick door, Meng Lan could still hear the man's lively chatter inside. Her fingers clenched tightly around the tray, her knuckles slightly curled up, turning pale with the pressure.

It's just offering some tea, it shouldn't... be a problem, right

Mulan was still deep in thought when Li, the CEO's low growl echoed through the office.

"Secretary, pour some water. Really, haven't you seen that we have guests arriving The efficiency of getting things done is declining more and more these days."

Only then did Menglan calm down after hearing this. She pushed open the door and walked in, carrying tea.

Standing at the doorway, she unconsciously looked towards the man sitting on the sofa, dressed in a black suit. His long legs were crossed, his features sculpted like they had been chiseled by a knife, and his aura was as cold and imposing as ever.

He slightly raised his eyes, those hawk-like pupils were particularly complex.

Meng Lan's hand trembled slightly involuntarily, struggling to maintain a semblance of calm.

"Mr. Li, here's the Pu-erh tea you requested!"

"Good." General Li's gaze swept over them, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of his lips. "Xiaomeng, you probably don't have much to do on your first day, do you Come sit down and have some tea with Mr. Feng"

As she listened to him, Meng Lan's palms started to sweat.

She pursed her lips, then spoke hesitantly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li, I still have some work here. I'll find someone else to come over."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and was about to leave.

But at this time, Feng Mu faintly opened his mouth, "What The people in Li's company don't even give the opportunity to have a cup of tea"

"No, Xiaomeng is new here and doesn't know any better." Li Zong said urgently, then quickly beckoned Menglan over, "Come here and pour Mr. Feng a cup of tea!"

Menglan's steps faltered, a flash of anger appearing in her eyes.

Anyone with eyes can see that Feng Mu is doing it on purpose!

After all, it wasn't easy to find this job. Quitting would make her look bad, so she could only turn around and grit her teeth, walking to Feng Mu's side.

I poured another cup of tea and offered it to him, "Mr. Feng, here's your tea."

"Thank you." Feng Mu replied faintly, but showed no difficulty. He took the contract and continued to talk with Mr. Li.

Menglan was slightly surprised. She didn't expect him to let her go so easily. She lowered her guard and sat down on the sofa.

She didn't need to help with anything, she just sat there and helped prepare the tea.

After about twenty minutes, Meng Lan's phone in her pocket "ding dong" rang, with several text messages coming through.

In this kind of situation, something usually happens at Liu Niancheng's kindergarten.

On second thought, Menglan’s heart was troubled. She couldn't bear the thought of her son being alone, and she secretly took out her phone.

In the class group, Ms. Xiaohua posted a message: Please ask Liu Niancheng and Huang Mintuo's parents to come to school before 1 pm this afternoon.

The text message also has a few pictures attached below.

Meng Lan hurriedly tapped on the photo, and she could see Liu Niancheng's fair face had bruises and scratches, clearly indicating that he had gotten into a fight with someone.

After watching, Meng Lan's face suddenly turned pale, and she felt a surge of panic.

Nian Cheng... he mustn't fight with others!

While she was lost in thought, Li Zong suddenly raised his hand and slammed it on the table, solemnly reminding her.

"Little Meng, what are you thinking about over there Hurry up and pour the tea!"

Menglan was called back to her senses, she hurriedly stood up, holding the teapot on the table, and bowed to pour water for Feng Mu.

But her mind was filled with the image of her son injured. Her heart troubled, the teapot swayed slightly, and water spilled out.

I accidentally spilled on Feng Mu's expensive suit pants.

Upon seeing this, Li Zong's face immediately changed. He coldly reminded, "Xiaomeng, are you not fully awake yet Why are you so flustered doing things early in the morning..."

Mulan panicked instantly, hurriedly grabbing a tissue to wipe his pants.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's fine." Feng Mu took the tissue from her palm, his rough fingers gently rubbing against her skin.

Dream Orchid's movements froze, and her whole body suddenly erupted in goosebumps.

"Come out here and help me tidy up." Feng Mu's voice was low and magnetic. After speaking, he stood up and walked outside.

Meng Lan was still standing there, and at that moment, Mr. Li hurriedly waved to her.

"Go, hurry up and go, flatter Mr. Feng well, you'll definitely get a raise in the future!"

Hearing Li Zong's words, Menglan frowned, her heart feeling uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything and followed Feng Mu away.

Having arrived at the lounge, Menglan went to ask the cleaning staff for a hairdryer before going inside.

Knock, knock —

She reached out and knocked on the door.

Soon, a deep voice came from within the room, "Come in."

Meng Lan took a deep breath, prepared herself mentally, and then pushed the door open. "General Feng, please handle this yourself," she said.

"Mm." Feng Mu faintly replied, raising his eyes slightly to look at her.

Menglan walked forward and found an outlet in the lounge. She was just about to plug it in when Feng Mu also bent down and whispered in her ear,

"I saw you were very anxious just now, is something wrong with your child"

Upon hearing her words, Menglan's face paled slightly. She also knew deep down that after so many years, Feng Mu would definitely have learned about the child's whereabouts.

It's not necessary to hide it too much. Menglan softly responded with an "um," "My kindergarten teacher asked me to go for a visit."

As soon as these words were spoken, Feng Mu took the hair dryer from her hand and reminded her in a low voice, “Go ahead, I’ll talk to Mr. Li.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Meng Lan’s brow furrowed, just about to open her mouth to refuse, but at that very moment, her cell phone, which was in her pocket, rang.

She took it out and saw that it was her kindergarten teacher, so she quickly pressed the answer button.

"Dearest [Mom's Name], please come to the kindergarten immediately, your child got into a fight with other classmates, and we can’t stop them…"

"Sorry, Teacher, please help me look after Niancheng a little more. I'll be right there." Menglan agreed without hesitation.

After hanging up the phone, Menglan's face was full of anxiety. She grabbed her bag and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, Feng Mu reached out and grabbed her arm, asking in a deep voice, "Do you need my help"

"No need for that." Meng Lan replied in a low voice, "Consider this as me owing you one today. I'll return the favor when I have the chance."

For safety's sake, she still didn't reveal too much about her son.

Upon their reunion, there was no dramatic entrance or explosive argument.

For adults, so-called encounters are nothing more than seeing each other again on an ordinary day.

Even though the heart might be churning with a storm, what's shown outwardly is often just a fraction of the turmoil within.

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