194 Points of Good Luck

Li Mufeng, who was busy, was suddenly interrupted by a special ringtone. He greeted his disciple who came to help and walked to the kitchen door with his phone.

Looking at the notification name of the message, Li Mufeng's face flashed with guilt and self-blame. However, his expression quickly recovered. He opened the message and read the text inside. He read it a few times and exhaled heavily. A mocking smile flashed across his face.

After deleting the message, he put his phone back into his pocket and walked to his disciple again."Zhiqiang, I'm going home to get some things. Wash them first and cut them up. I'm not back yet. If there are guests, you can entertain them yourself.

I'll definitely be back before business hours."Li Mufeng left after instructing his disciples.