He suppressed his anger repeatedly before he finally managed to calm down.
At this moment, Uncle Yu came over and said, "Sir, the young lady who has been with the young master these past few days has sent a text message."
Mu Shuoqian, still furious, glanced over but didn't continue, unsure whether he wanted to hear it or not.
Gathering his courage, Uncle Yu said, "She wants to talk on the phone with the young master."
Frustrated, he stood up, his steps hastened, and coldly dropped a sentence, "Get her account number, send her some money."
Uncle Yu opened his mouth to explain, but was silenced by his cold, stern figure.
Forget it, it's not the time to pull a tooth from a tiger's mouth.
~
Gu Qili was buying porridge when her phone beeped. It was a text from Uncle Yu. However, the content annoyed her.
"Hello teacher, the sir is asking for your account number to thank you for taking care of the young master these past few days. Please send it when convenient, any bank is fine."
