Mu Zichen drove away from the company after the meeting, and the low-key and luxurious black Maybach galloped like a cheetah on the flat and wide road. He held the steering wheel in his right hand, a cigarette in the slender fingers of his left hand, his sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, and his face was gloomy as if it could drip water, dark as ink, showing his irritability and displeasure at the moment.

During the whole meeting, he didn't hear the relevant matters reported by the senior management, and his mind was full of the appearance of the little woman. Since the woman left ruthlessly, he has never been so interested in women, but only for this little woman who has only met twice is so special? Only he knows the reason best, but this little woman is a little like that woman.

He was angry, angry with himself, angry at his soft-heartedness and incompetence. That woman has been gone for so long, but she can still easily influence herself.

A ringing phone pulled his thoughts back. Looking down and seeing that his mother was calling, he picked up the phone, and before he could speak, his mother's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, "Ah Chen, where are you?" Hurry home and Yang Yang has a fever. He..."

Mu Zichen was anxious when he heard his mother say that his son was sick, he was notoriously spoiled son, so he didn't have time to ask on the phone, so he twisted the steering wheel and turned around and drove towards Mu Zhai in the opposite direction.

Qin Suya wanted to say something more, but her son had already hung up the phone, and there was a busy sound in her ears. She quickly put down her phone to take care of her grandson.

In just ten minutes, Mu Zichen had already arrived at Mu Zhai, and he didn't know how many red lights he ran along the way. He was so anxious that he just wanted to hurry home to see how his son was doing.

When I got home, I didn't have time to change my shoes, so I ran straight to the second floor, my son's room. Mu Tianyang lay motionless on the bed, without his previous anger, I don't know if he was asleep or a little confused with a fever. The fleshy little face was pale, without a trace of blood. Even though Qin Suya kept wiping him on the side, the sweat on her little face still didn't break.

Mu Zichen stepped forward to take the towel from his mother's hand, wiped it on Mu Tianyang's little face, and when he touched the hot forehead, his face suddenly darkened.

"Mom, what's the matter, why is the fever so severe?" The tone was distinctly displeased.

"At first, it was just an ordinary little cold, let Doctor Fang come over and take a look, and prescribed him some cold medicine, after taking it, he was already much better yesterday, who knew that today he suddenly had a high fever" Qin Suya said the situation truthfully, her tone revealing her thick worry.

"Tell the surname Fang, he was fired." Mu Zichen opened his mouth coldly.

Dr. Fang is the personal doctor of the Mu family, at the level of a professor of medicine, and he never expected to be fired like this because of a small cold. But what can be done? Hey, how to say it, the world of the rich, two words to describe it, capricious...

"Yangyang has such a serious fever, why didn't you send him to the hospital?" These words are obviously questioning the mother, obviously complaining that the mother did not take good care of her son.

The mother's heart was full of worries about her grandson, and she didn't have the heart to care about her son's questioning.

However, the father Mu Jiangcheng had just walked to the door of the room, and before he stepped in, his son's questioning voice came out. He snorted coldly, with a cold face, and was about to open his mouth to reprimand Mu Zichen, but he saw his grandson shaking his head and muttering in his mouth...

"Mommy, Mommy..."

"I want my mother..."

Of course, Mu Zichen also heard it, although his son in his sleep was a little slurred, but he still heard his mother whispering at the moment. Mom? The ruthless woman?