standing outside the door was the flustered and exasperated old master qi.
his face was flushed red, and the walking stick in his hand was a little unstable.
he stomped his feet in anger as soon as he entered the room and saw mu yichen. he said furiously,"mu yichen, you ... you're all crazy! 'i can't believe that you and luo chenxi have created such a mess for me. you're even doing a live broadcast of the press conference! damn it, do you know what you're doing?"
mu yichen's expression was indifferent. " old master qi, let's talk slowly. don't get angry and ruin your health. " zhuo feng, get the old man a chair and make him a cup of tea."
seeing his expression, old master qi was even more furious.
"you ... you're really capable now! i don't drink tea, i'm not thirsty, i'm so angry that i'm full! by doing this, where are you putting the qi family?"