Fierce Ex-wife: President, Please Be Careful

Finally, Mu Tingfeng’s expression changed slightly. His eyebrows twitched, but he did not relax his grip.

He stared at the fierce lady with his pair of dark eyes. The moment he met her gaze, which was filled with stubbornness, his heart quivered. He unwittingly reached out to her face.

Unfortunately, Mu Tingfeng did not end up touching Zhao Youlin’s face.

Instead, when his hand was a few centimeters away from Zhao Youlin’s face, suddenly, he felt a weight on his feet. He lowered his head and looked down in surprise, only to be greeted by Joy’s small face that was just like his own.

Joy’s eyes resembled Zhao Youlin’s, which were filled with wariness and hostility. He punched Mu Tingfeng’s thigh with his tiny fists over and over again. He shouted, “Bad guy, let go of Mommy!”

Everyone was stunned by Joy’s sudden move. Xia Zhetao’s jaw dropped and showed a bizarre expression, as if he had been struck by lightning.

‘Oh, dear! Should I describe this as “like mother, like son”? President Mu’s son actually calls him a bad guy! This is certainly a hit if word spreads out!’

Mu Tingfeng was equally startled. He had never thought his child whom he had neglected would have the guts to rebel against him for his mother’s sake.

Zhao Youlin seized the opportunity the moment Mu Tingfeng froze and was distracted by his son. Her eyes fluttered. With her free hand, she clenched her fist and swung it at his handsome face as swiftly as lightning.

Mu Tingfeng was caught off guard. He hurriedly avoided it by stepping back. He loosened his grip.

Finally, Zhao Youlin broke herself free. She immediately scooped up Joy and ran over to the counter. After she swiped the card on the card reader, she carried the cage with the Husky in it and bolted out. As she reached the shop entrance, she spat the word out at Mu Tingfeng in disgust, “Psycho!”

Xia Zhetao fell speechless. ‘I heard nothing. I didn’t hear President Mu’s son calling him a bad guy, much less hear the former Mrs. President calling him a psycho…’

Zhao Youlin’s series of actions were performed smoothly. She completed it all in one breath and simply gave no chance for others to react.

The moment the people in the shop returned to their senses, the mother and son were already out of their sight. The atmosphere in the shop turned strange.

“P-President Mu…” After some time, Xia Zhetao gulped. He went up and asked, “D-Do you still want to buy…”

Before Xia Zhetao finished his words, Mu Tingfeng glared at him and nearly scared the hell out of him.

‘Sob, President Mu, if you want to get to the root of something, go and tackle the cause! If you’re angry, go and vent your anger at Mrs. President! I’m just a nobody, I can’t withstand your temper right now!’

Thankfully, Mu Tingeng’s glare only rested a brief moment on Xia Zhetao. After that, he tore his gaze away. He simply pointed at a side and said, “We’ll take this one. Load it up.”

Xia Zhetao widened his eyes when he looked in the direction where Mu Tingfeng pointed.

It was a Tibetan Mastiff about half a man’s height. He felt a chill go down his spine when he met its gaze. It gave a bone-chilling sense of fear.

If he remembered correctly, President Mu was going to give it to his niece, right? His niece was only six years old this year.

‘Is it appropriate to give such a ferocious animal as a gift for a six-year-old girl?’