CEO Daddy, Don't Be Angry

Yan Qingfan asked in a childish voice, "Has father missed me these past few days?"

Although it was only a single greeting, Mu Beihan felt warmth seep into his heart, and the corner of his mouth revealed an indistinct smile. He replied: "Of course I miss you, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Of course I have something to tell dad, and there's so much!"

Yan Qingfan waved his hand, drawing a circle in the air.

Mu Beihan reached out his hand, and pulled Yan Qingfan into his embrace, "Alright, I have a lot of time left, you can tell me everything."

The happy and harmonious appearance of the three people was seen by the Elder Chen and the servants of the Villa. Unknowingly, the Fallen Ying Villa had also gained a bit of humanity, and was no longer as cold as when it was only with Mu Beihan.

There was only a month left before the competition, and that period of time was extremely crucial. During the day, Yan Luoluo would bury her head in the study room to carefully draw out a draft of the competition's design, and Yan Qingfan would be sensible and would not disturb him.

Ever since she returned from the United States, it was as if Yan Luoluo had opened the door of a private art gallery's design. Inspiration surged like spring water, and the brush in her hands could not stop.

He had changed the design of her book multiple times, trying his best to satisfy her. On the way, Su Zixian and Mu Beihan helped her out.

On the other side, all the curtains had been closed since Li Moshu came back from America. She had been hiding in the dark room as if she was hiding from someone.

Seeing her return, the servant immediately told her parents, Li Moshu's parents had also come over 10 times, but every time, Li Moshu would hide in bed and not see them, even the therapist that she invited would not be able to treat her.

"Miss, it's time to eat. If you don't eat soon, people will collapse."

The servant looked at Li Moshu who was hiding in the blanket and shivering, and sighed helplessly. He placed the prepared food on the table and closed the door, then left.

After confirming that everyone had left, Li Moshu then stuck her head out of the blanket and looked around cautiously. Seeing the food on the table rushing towards him like a hungry wolf, she grabbed her bowl of food and started eating.

But just as she ate a few mouthfuls, her phone suddenly vibrated in the quiet room. It sounded so suddenly, and in Li Moshu's eyes, it was like a bell for life.

Putting down the food in her hands, without caring about who called, Li Moshu fiercely jumped into her quilt, and once again surrounded herself.

"Don't make any calls, Zhao An, don't make any calls! Stop! Please, don't call me! "

Li Moshu hid in her room and screamed in panic. The servants immediately rushed in when they heard her, and immediately hung up and turned off her phone.

"Miss has already switched off her phone, don't worry anymore."

Li Moshu's hand groped about on the bed. Without knowing what she had grabbed, she threw it in the direction of the sound and said angrily: "All of you leave, I don't want to see you!"

Seeing that she did not dare say much, the servant quickly retreated and closed the door to his room. Li Moshu had been like this for the past half month, and the servants were no longer surprised by her actions.

Ever since she had returned from America, Li Moshu had always lived under the shadow of Zhao An. He was afraid that he would call her again to harass her, and use these photos to threaten her to satisfy her desires.