<h4>Chapter 563: Chapter 563: The President... Brings a Baozi Back to the Company! 7</h4><h4></h4>


    Ou Mucen returned to the office half an hourter.


    There was a child here, and he dared not talk to those clients for too long for fear of something happening to him, and he worried that the secretary, being clumsy, wouldn’t take good care of him.


    In any case, a business deal involving hundreds of millions was resolved by him in just thirty minutes.


    Upon returning to the president’s office, he hadn’t even entered his own office when he already felt a different atmosphere outside, so his cold gaze swept around, and instantly, the office was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere.


    "What are you doing?"


    "We’re... not doing anything?"


    The women who had just been arrogantly threatening the child and tattling, upon seeing this mane in, suddenly lost all their momentum, left with nothing but their trembling fear.


    And there was an oppressive silence too frightened to even breathe!


    Ou Mucen gave them another nce, seeing them all trembling, not even daring to meet his eyes, he went into his office with a cold face.


    In the office, thankfully, upon opening the door, he saw the two ying a cardboard game on the office sofa.


    "You lost, look, yours is upside down."


    "Who says? You just didn’t see it clearly."


    "You..."


    "Uncle Gao, as a man, you have to be flexible. Losing once doesn’t matter."


    "..."


    Gao Ziyang was really capable, not just getting thrashed by a four-year-old child, but even ending up arguing with one.


    Ou Mucen couldn’t stand to watch anymore and walked over. He picked up Baozi from the sofa and ced him on hisp: "Xiaobao, stop ying with Uncle Gao. Daddy has a meeting this afternoon, it’ll probablyst two hours. What do you want to do?"


    Two hours? That’s so long.


    Ye Xiaobao looked at his uncle and began to ponder...


    y models?


    No, they didn’t have that here, and mom said not to always have others buy things for him— it was impolite.


    What could he do then?


    Right...


    He suddenly looked at the pensid out on therge office desk behind, pped his little hands and smiled: "I can draw pictures, I’m really good at it."


    Ou Mucen, seeing how happy he was, suddenly found his own mood lifted as well: "Really? Well, then Daddy will give you a task. Draw a picture for Daddy, and when Daddy finishes the meeting, you can give it to Daddy, okay?"


    Left with ’Daddy’ here, right with ’Daddy’ there, the sight left Secretary Gao utterly dumbfounded and amazed.


    No way, had the third young master really be his daddy?


    Then that woman... he couldn’t possibly be...


    Secretary Gao suddenly shivered violently and was about to leave.


    But just then, Ou Mucen, who had already found something to upy his son, suddenly took a pen and scribbled a few strokes on a paper on the coffee table, then handed it to him: "Go to the stationery store and buy these back for him to use!"


    Secretary Gao: "..."


    Standing there, he looked at the extremely detailed andprehensive list in his hand, then looked back at Baozi, who had already climbed down from hisp and went off to y elsewhere, and finally, he couldn’t help himself: "Third young master, are you... really nning to make this child your son?"


    The man sitting on the sofa slightly lifted his eyelids: "Why? Do you think it’s not a good idea?"


    Secretary Gao hurriedly shook his head: "That’s not it, it’s just... you see, An Ning, this woman, she’s been married and even has such a child, and you are the president of the Ou Group, if you recognize this child as your son, then An Ning, she..."