"I'll ask when the time comes."
Musheng's casual remark made Ma Changying's heart tremble once again.
For people like them, the President is someone who's akin to the sky's limit, someone they might not meet in their entire lives, especially since they don't have any outstanding features in their family, besides Musheng's somewhat mysterious identity. How did they develop a good relationship with the President's side?
Zhai Yanjun and the Dong Family have asked her several times, but how could she possibly be clear about these matters?
She never expected to have the status she holds today.
"Okay, then ask when the time comes, just make sure we don't neglect the old man when he comes."
Musheng suddenly grinned, "Mom, what neglect? Just do it as usual. The old man isn't unreasonable, and besides, it's just a baby's full-month celebration. You handle the arrangements, and I'll handle the rest."
