Yun Tianyou’s voice sounds so cold like an ice. His voice sounds very clear and tender, but his tone is chilling.

Mu Yazhe suddenly found out that even though both of his children came from the same womb, they are not comparable.

Because compared to him, Little Yichen is just a small little angel.

This child is surely made out of his flesh and blood because the tone of his voice is not any different from him. He’s still young, but full of courage.

“You’re not cute at all.” Mu Yazhe sat at the bedside and stretch out his hand to stroke Yun Shishi’s cheek.

“Well, my cuteness has got nothing to do with you.”

Yun Tianyou regains his calmness, so he no longer walked back and forth. He sat back in his chair and then pulled out a check book in his drawer.

“… …” Mu Yazhe got shocked.

“How much do you want? How much do you want just for you to stay away from my mom?”

How much?

The corner of Mu Yazhe’s lips couldn’t help but twitch.

This child is not planning to use his piggy bank coin to negotiate with me, right?

“Are you really going to negotiate with me?”

“Why? Can’t you? They said a real capitalist shouldn’t talk nonsense, right?” Yun Tianyou said while dangling his pen.

“So, your offering is?”

“One hundred million, is that enough?”

Mu Yazhe couldn’t help but laugh.

One hundred million? Where can a child get one hundred million?

When he was six years old, he doesn’t have a million or ten million even though he came from Mu Family. So, where will this child get one hundred million ah? 

It’s not that he is underestimating this child, it’s just, it’s too unrealistic.

And, is he the kind of person that is lacking one hundred million?

“A one million yuan is not enough?”

Across the phone call, the two “men” continue their negotiations. But, from time to time, it feels like the time frozen.

“Not enough.”

“One billion, is that enough?” Yun Tianyou smiled brightly, then he gently turns his pen and points it to the check. As if he really was bound to get him.

Yun Tianyou’s mouth careless spit out a nine digit high price amount of money … … So, Mu Yazhe’s eyes got wide.

“Why don’t we play fair?” Mu Yazhe suddenly stood up and went near the French style window.

That French style window glass instantly reflected his tall figure.

After hearing his words, Yun Tianyou’s smile solidified: “Play fair?”

“I can’t name a price. It is very difficult to say how much the woman in my heart is worth. And for me, she is priceless.”

“Oh, you can’t decide the amount.” Yun Tianyou said with ridicule: “Then, Mr. Mu, between me and you. Who do you think my mommy will choose? I think you already know the answer. So, you lost.”

“Oh, really? Why don’t you wait and see.”

When Yun Tianyou heard this, his anger slowly showed in his face once again. And his hand suddenly grip into the pen and made a fist. He doesn’t know where this man’s confidence is coming from. But, he dared to provoke him?

No one can shake his position to his mother’s heart. But, this man is still challenging him?

When the phone call ended. Yun Tianyou powerlessly sits on his leather chair. His words are full of confidence, but in all honesty, his confidence quite lessens a bit.