Zhao Youlin froze. Indeed, she had such a plan in mind.
Ever since she and Joy left the Mu family's house, she had wanted to spend the compensation she gained from the Mu family and opened a pastry shop of her own so that she could earn some income to support her son and herself.
Moreover, she had started to look for a nearby outlet to set up the store during her spare time of late.
'But, how does the rascal know about this?! Unless he has assigned someone to follow me?!'
Zhao Youlin's mind raced. However, she remained calm as usual. When she settled down, she smiled faintly and said, "President Mu, I don't think this has anything to do with you, right?"
Mu Tingfeng did not mind taking more of Zhao Youlin's sharp tongue. He replied indifferently, "Soon it will. What do you think about the outlet opposite Westlake University?"
