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Chapter 217 Is His Mother Sick or What?

    <h4>Chapter 217: Chapter 217 Is His Mother Sick or What?</h4><h4></h4>


    Confrontation?


    Ou Mucen stood there as if he had just heard a huge joke, "Why should I confront her? Am I so full that I have nothing else to do?"


    "But if you don’t confront her, your dad will definitely not let you off."


    "Then we’ll just have to try and see. In the end, will it be me, Ou Mucen who dies, or her, Ou Mufeng?"


    "You—"


    Bai Tingfang was truly about to be infuriated to death by this son of hers!


    Indeed, from childhood to adulthood, he had always been the apple of his father’s eye, and she knew he was very capable. However, he was now being too harsh on the Bai Family, she feared that with Ou Mufeng’s tactics and constant whispering in the old man’s ear, it might really be disadvantageous for him in the future.


    However, her son didn’t take it seriously at all. After saying that, he went to his desk and began to immerse himself in his work.


    Seeing this, Bai Tingfang knew that continuing to speak would be futile, so she stood up from the sofa. She came to his side, "Fine, if you won’t go back, then tell your mother, who is that child, really?"


    The third young master of the Ou Family, who hardly had any friends, spent his time either working at thepany or staying in his apartment ying games, when had he ever cared so much about a child?


    Bai Tingfang was very puzzled.


    But upon hearing her question, her son just sat there, slightly lifting his eyelids to nce at her dismissively and said, "A friend’s child, don’t think too much of it."


    "A friend’s child?"


    Bai Tingfang’s eyes widened, "Which friend? Ji Chengzhi? Or the young master of the Zhan Family who owns the railwaypany?"


    She really knew him well...


    Ou Mucen was beginning to lose his patience, "Alright, Mom, you don’t have to worry about these things. I know my limits. It’s already veryte, you should go back and have dinner with Dad. I’ll have someone send you back."


    After speaking, he picked up the phone on the desk, ready to call someone.


    Ye Ning, hiding in the restroom, saw this and immediately breathed a sigh of relief...


    She was finally leaving. If she didn’t, Ye Ning felt she would suffocate in that restroom!


    But her happiness didn’tst three seconds before the woman spoke up unhappily, "Your dad went out for drinks with friends tonight. There’s no one at home to have dinner with me. How about, Mom stays here and eats with you?"


    Ou Mucen: "..."


    Ye Ning, also stunned!


    What was she thinking? Eating here? What to eat? It was clear that this apartment was a ce that had never been cooked in, and she wanted to eat here? Was she out of her mind?


    Ou Mucen too thought his mother had water in her brain, so as soon as he snapped back to reality, he tly refused, "Eat what here at my ce? I don’t even cook!"


    Bai Tingfang immediately smiled, "If you won’t do it, I’ll do it for you, don’t worry. Siyu is very good at cooking. In a moment, I’ll have her go downstairs to buy some groceries and rice, and then we can have dinner."


    Siyu was the young girl who hade with her.


    Hearing thedy’s words, she immediately stood up, ready to go out for groceries.


    But Ou Mucen gave both of them a cold look and still refused without any courtesy, "If you don’t want to be banned from entering next time, then don’t mess with those random things in my apartment."


    "But..."


    "Alright, Siyu, aren’t you going to take thedy back quickly?"


    The girl hesitated for a long while before finallying over to Bai Tingfang’s side, "Madam, since it’s like this, let’s go back. The young master likes cleanliness. If we make this ce smoky and messy, he definitely won’t like it."
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