Oy, Young Miss Leng

Mu Chao stretched his hand out immediately to hold Leng Zhiyuan's slim waist and lowered his volume down to gently ask her, "Are you okay?"

At this moment, a helper rushed over quickly and said, "Old Master."

Leng Zhiyuan heard Old Master and retreated a few steps from Mu Chao's embrace. Her small face was all red. Her gaze was just like a small bewildered rabbit as she stuttered, "Old…Old Master, I am …sorry. I didn't do it on purpose…"

Mu Chao looked at her curvy figure from head to toe together with her soft delicate behaviour. He was satisfied as he laughed out loud. He laughed as if he had found his prey.