The president always wants to steal my sweet potato

Meng Zhe had a friendly smile on his face, but deep in his eyes, a hint of sinister calculation flashed across his face for a moment, but it was fleeting.

Then, he said slowly, "Miss Mu really doesn't need anything from me, but Miss Mu's eldest brother is currently at the Dark Tide Office. Isn't Miss Mu interested?"

As he spoke, he tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Mu Yaqi's expression didn't change. She picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea, with no intention of taking care of Meng Zhe at all.

She picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said casually, "Not interested."

While drinking, she smiled and said frivolously, "If Mr. Meng is thirsty, there is a kettle over there, please help yourself."

Mu Yaqi thought to herself that her throat needed to be moistened and she should think before speaking. Do you think I care about your threat?

Meng Zhe seemed not to notice Mu Yaqi's coldness and ignored her.

He continued, "Tea is not necessary, but Dark Tide Agency seems to be very interested in Miss Mu."

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Mu Yaqi.

Mu Yaqi chuckled. She put down the teacup, slowly raised her eyes, and looked directly into Meng Zhe's eyes: "Why should I believe you? Or -"

"It's because of you that they're interested in me."

She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back in her chair.

Meng Zhe's smile remained unchanged, and he leaned back in his chair and said, "If Miss Mu really doesn't want to cooperate, I won't force her. After all, a forced melon is not sweet."

Instead of explaining Mu Yaqi's problem, he chose to change the subject.

Mu Yaqi stared at Meng Zhe with sharp eyes, trying to see through his disguise.

Meng Zhe stood up, straightened his clothes, and looked at Mu Yaqi with a confident smile on his face: "Even if we can't become allies, I don't want to delay the progress of both of us when I meet Miss Mu one day."

As he said this, he raised his chin slightly, with an unquestionable momentum.

There was an inexplicable certainty in his tone.

Mu Yaqi understood what he meant.

What he wanted to say was that if there ever came a day when they all showed up at the Dark Tide Office, he hoped Mu Yaqi wouldn't delay him from doing his work.

But his confident tone is really suspicious.

Mu Yaqi smiled but did not directly respond to his hint.

She nonchalantly propped up her arm, lightly supporting her cheek, and said casually: "Mr. Meng is here, why don't you sit for a while? What's more, about that thing..."

"The Puff Tribe? Oh, the Fuya Tribe. Master Meng hasn't given me an explanation yet?"

Mu Yaqi stared at him, tilted her head slightly, and a hint of oppression appeared in her eyes.

Meng Zhe smiled lightly and said calmly: "I can give Miss Mu a definite message. Mr. Sera can only live in a specific area at present, so I can't give Miss Mu what she wants for the time being."

Mu Yaqi stared at Meng Zhe with a smile on her face.

After a long while, he said, "It's already noon. If Mr. Meng wants to eat here, I'll have someone serve the food."

She picked up the bell on the table and pretended to ring it to call the waiter.

Meng Zhe waved his hand, looking polite: "Thank you for your concern, Miss Mu, but I have other things to do, so I won't bother you any more."

"As for the unpleasantness just now, I hope Miss Weier will not take it to heart for Xiuyu's sake."

Mu Yaqi smiled widely, but her eyes were clear: "Mr. Meng is very generous, so how can I care about this matter?"