I was framed and walked into the wrong room, and I gave birth to a litter for the CEO.

"Let's talk about this for today. If you have any ideas, please report to me tomorrow." Lin Hatamu said to everyone.

"Yes." They respectfully left the tent.

"Mokming." He called out after Linhataimu and other leaders had left.

"Ah?" Lin Mo Keming was obviously distracted. He turned around and looked at his master with a little panic.

"What is that?" Lin Hataimu walked over and pointed to the bowl on the table in front of him.

"This... is a tonic soup. Young Master, have you finished talking about things? Well... then drink some quickly and go to bed early." Lin Mokming was a little at a loss. When he poured out the soup from the casserole, he accidentally spilled it on the table.

Lin Hataimu felt that he was a little strange. He was always very cautious and careful in doing things. He would not panic even when killing the enemy in the battlefield, so why would he pour a bowl of tonic soup?

"Mo Keming, what's wrong with you?"

"No...it's okay, young master, just drink it." Mo Keming handed him the bowl of soup.

Lin Hataimu glanced at the bowl of soup in his hand.

Although the tonic soup has been simmering for nearly three hours, it is still steaming.

"I'm not hungry, drink it."

Lin Hataimu looked at him strangely, and he quickly explained: "Young Master, you don't think... I would put something in this soup, right? Mo Keming is absolutely loyal to you."

To prove his loyalty, he picked up the bowl and drank most of it.

You have to know that Mo Keming grew up with Lin Hataimu. He was personally chosen by his father Lin Hazhen to be by his side to accompany him in his studies and martial arts.

Lin Hataimu naturally wouldn't doubt him, he just felt that he was a little different tonight than usual.

"Who said you added anything to the soup?" He pulled a chair and sat down, then took the big spoon in the casserole, scooped up the soup, and poured it back like a waterfall. "You are a grown man, no matter how loyal you are to me, you won't personally cook a bowl of soup for me. Tell me... is this something Minmin asked you to bring?"

With a "clang", Mo Keming was so scared when he heard the name "Minmin" that the bowl in his hand fell to the ground.

Mokming's behavior made Lin Hataimu even more puzzled.

"Well... Young Master, it's getting late. If you're not hungry, then go and rest early. I'll go home first."

At this moment, Lin Mokming was like a deserter, who just wanted to escape from this place.

This was the second time that Lin Hataimu saw Lin Mokming so panicked. The first time was because his wife had a difficult delivery and he was so scared that he had forgotten himself.

"Someone come here..." Lin Hatamu called to his men outside the tent.

"Little Lord!"

Two men came in and saluted respectfully.

"Who's outside the big tent tonight?"

The two men looked at each other, and one of them answered, "Only Deputy General Lin Mo and Miss Minmin have been here."

He stared at his men without saying a word, waiting for their next words.

“This soup was personally delivered by Miss Minmin and her maid. Deputy General Lin Mo said that the young master was discussing important matters with several leaders, so Miss Minmin did not force her way in.

After that, the two of them left separately. After nearly an hour, Deputy General Lin Mo came back and... brought soup to the tent for the young master. "

Lin Hataimu held the soup spoon in his hand, gently stroking the handle of the spoon with his thumb and ten fingers. His eyes were dark, and for some reason, he felt a vague sense of indescribable panic in his heart.

Based on his understanding of Minmin, if she couldn't accomplish what she wanted to do today, she would definitely not give up.

Since she had personally prepared the nourishing soup for him, why would she be willing to serve it to him through Mo Keming's hands?

He threw the spoon in his hand into the casserole, stood up and walked out of the tent.