"Wenzhe, are you writing a novel?" Muyang switched Mei-Mei to another side of his body and patted her head for a bit when she complained.
"No, young master." Wenzhe replied while scratching his head.
"Then stop coming up with fiction and do as I order." Muyang said sternly. "Also order for a bouquet of orchids to be sent to Chi Lian tomorrow early in the morning before she gets to work, have one of the men deliver it. Include that large panda which I saw in the mall yesterday."
