Mo Xiaojun stood at the door like Qingsong, looking at Xiaochen coldly. His eyes were like sharp blades. Xiaochen was afraid to come out. Such eyes were the same as Mr. Ye's, like, too much.

"I'm going in."

Mo Xiaojun confronted Xiao Chen. He didn't want to waste his time waiting for others. He was still waiting for him. He hadn't had breakfast yet.

"Sir, the Housekeeper will be there in a moment." Xiao Chen was afraid of Mo Xiaojun's eyes, and his professional ethics supported him. Xiao Chen politely answered Mo Xiaojun's questions and refused to let him in. Under Mo Xiaojun's eyes, he really fled very soon.

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