Wen Yu: I Really Want to Slap Mo Yan to Death!

"Mo Yan, are you even human?"

Early the next morning, Wen Yu was crouched by the window, carefully tending to the little flowers she had painstakingly cultivated. The moment her fingertips touched a petal, Tian Mucheng's power dragged her over—the meaning could not have been clearer: she was to accompany Mo Yan while she handled official business.

Mo Yan glanced sideways at Xu Jiujiu, who stood beside Wen Yu looking equally bewildered, then raised a brow. "Wen Yu, why did you bring an extra person?"

"This is called an assistant, got it?" Wen Yu rolled her eyes so hard her disdain practically overflowed.

First thing in the morning, she had been planning to admire the flowers she had worked so hard to grow, only to be suddenly dragged over by Tian Mucheng to help this lazy dragon revise documents. She really wanted to slap her.

"What?!" Like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, Mo Yan instantly bristled. She whipped around toward Tian Mucheng, who stood nearby with his arms folded, watching the show. Her voice was full of grievance and indignation. "Why does she get an assistant while I don't?"

"Tian Mucheng, you can't play favorites like this!!!"

Tian Mucheng spread his hands, looking utterly innocent. "Don't you have Ju Zi?"

"How is that the same?" Mo Yan's eyes widened as she glared at Tian Mucheng, unable to hide her displeasure. "She's obviously your little assistant, the spy you sent to keep an eye on me and make sure I work properly, right?!"

Looking at Mo Yan's flushed cheeks and obvious fury, Tian Mucheng knew it was time to offer her a little reward. He softened his tone. "Fine, fine. I'll have A Luo come help you. Happy now?"

Mo Yan immediately stopped bristling and nodded vigorously, the