Chapter 537

A gentle smile appeared on his sunny and handsome face, "I feel very happy to be able to cook breakfast for you myself."

Cheng Xiaobao's watery eyes turned to Mu Yufeng's face, "Uncle Mu is such a warm man."

"Little guy, do you know what a warm man is?" Mu Yufeng laughed dumbly.

"That's just you." The little guy jumped down after breakfast. Just as the private tutor arrived, he greeted Mu Yufeng and Cheng Yingxuan and went upstairs to the study with Xiaobao.

Yingxuan took out her phone and looked at the time, eight o'clock in the morning.

Usually at this time, she is at work...

Now...she is laid off.

The news of Romona's death popped up on mobile phone news headlines.

With a casual glance, I could basically guess that this woman was probably tortured to death by Yan Kai, because Yan Shiting didn't even bother to kill her.

When a call came from Cen Sufen's mobile phone number, she frowned but picked up, "Hello."

"Cheng Yingxuan, right?" An old and resonant male voice came from the other end of the phone.

She heard the voice, "It's Mr. Yan, you called me, what's the matter?"

"You are free now. Let's go have morning tea. I'll see you in the first private room on the second floor of Mingtai Teahouse in an hour. Don't say you're not free. I know you're laid off, so you have plenty of time."

After Mr. Yan finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for her reaction.

Cheng Yingxuan stared at the hung up phone for three seconds. She didn't seem to agree to go. Mr. Yan was really...

Who said you will be free after being laid off? I don’t want to waste my time on irrelevant people.

According to her temper, she is too lazy to offend the other party. For the sake of the age of the other party, I still reluctantly went there.

Mu Yufeng pricked up his ears and heard the content of the call clearly, "Xuanxuan, Mr. Yan's tone is not kind and he will definitely make things difficult for you. Shall I go with you?"

"Thank you for your concern." She smiled, "I don't need you to accompany me."

"You're on your own, so don't go..."

"If I don't go, I guess Mr. Yan won't let it go. Don't worry, he just invited me to have morning tea. It'll be fine."

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After a while, Cheng Yingxuan drove her BMW SUV out alone.

Parking the car on the street, she entered Mingtai Tea House.

This is a high-end Chinese-style teahouse with an elegant environment and a few tables of guests here and there.

"Hello, madam, do you have a reserved seat?" the receptionist asked.

"The first box on the second floor."

"So you are Mr. Yan's guest, please come with me." The welcoming lady made a respectful gesture of invitation and led her up the stairs.

There were two bodyguards standing at the door of the box on the second floor.

The welcoming lady knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Yan, the guests you invited have arrived."

The box door opened and Cheng Yingxuan walked in.

It was a spacious private room with a table by the window facing the street and two chairs on each side of the table.

Mr. Yan was wearing button-down clothes for the elderly. He was sitting on a chair drinking tea. He was in high spirits and looked very stylish.

Sham Su-fen, who was about fifty years old, stood beside his chair.

Cheng Yingxuan walked over and pulled out the chair, "Hello, I'm here."

Mr. Yan's wrinkled face darkened, "Do you understand the rules?"

She took out her phone and checked the time, "It's exactly an hour, I'm not late."

Mrs. Yan's bright eyes revealed displeasure, "Who told you about being late? You can sit in the seat opposite me?"