1295. The Mystery Man Appears
Mr. Ouyang suddenly felt a chill at the back of his neck and quickly adopted a serious expression: "Miss Mu is indeed approachable."
"Approachable?" Mr. Y's lips curled slightly, his smile stiff on his cold, hard face, "Is that so?"
"Yes, sir." After replying, Mr. Ouyang paused and continued to ask, "Sir, with bad conditions at sea tomorrow, will you still be coming over?"
Mr. Y's eyes hardened, "I have waited twenty years for this day. Do you think I should come over?"
"Yes, sir, I spoke out of turn."
Mr. Y remained silent for a long time.
His gaze was fixed on a large LED screen on the wall.
The screen displayed scenes of Mu Anran interacting with the servants outside the castle over the past few days.
She wore a white dress and had a straw hat on, her smile blissful.
The sea breeze blew, lifting her skirt, and her hat wobbled precariously.
She reached up to press down the brim of her hat.
