Ma Yu uttered that form of address with utter ease.
There was even a hint of relief in his voice.
Ever since Yang Fan had invested two hundred trillion Divinity Points in succession, Ma Yu had felt uneasy sitting in the general manager's seat.
The reason was simple—he lacked the merit to match his position.
Although his original company, Elephant Loans, had been fairly successful, it hardly counted as a major enterprise across the entire Human Federation.
The Yang Group of today, however, possessed enough capital to influence an entire star sector.
He had wanted to call Yang Fan his master for a long time.
But Yang Fan had insisted on being called boss, so he could only comply.
Now, Lu Wan had helped formally establish their relationship instead.
What was wrong with calling him master?
What was wrong with being someone's dog?
Following someone destined to stand at the pinnacle of the human race was an opportunity countless people could beg for and never receive.
So what if he had to bark a few times?
Recently, because of his position as general manager of the Yang Group, every one of his so-called old friends had practically wanted to kneel down and become his dog.
Ma Yu knew his place very well.
"That will be all for now."
Lu Wan rose and walked out of the conference room.
At that moment, in the hall downstairs.
Yang Fan was sitting leisurely on the sofa.
Luo Rou sat on his left, and Luo Bing on his right.
Sun Rong was beside him, cutting up Spirit Fruit for him.
As for Yang Tiexin... he was still shut away in the kitchen.
Seeing this as she came downstairs, Lu Wan could not help smiling faintly.
She had to admit that her husband really was