737 I pamper her; what is your problem with that?

The corner of Mu Yazhe's lips lifted into an outline of a cold sneer. As he stood up, his broad frame made the private ward appear smaller than it actually was.

He raised his chilling gaze on to Yan Bingqing. "Yes, I pamper her. What's your problem with that?"

The actress was thoroughly floored by his reply.

Mo Yan, for his part, was intimidated by his gaze and promptly looked down as his shoulders shriveled.

The aura surrounding this man was too intense it was simply terrifying.

"CEO Mu…" She put on a pitiful look, still hoping to plead with him.

However, the man held Yun Shishi's shoulders without sparing her a glance. "Get out."

"I—"

"I told you to get out; didn't you hear me?" he snapped, his glare cutting.

The actress backed away, afraid to say anything more and, under his icy gaze, left discreetly with her agent.