This Has Nothing to Do With You, Don't Ask About This

In a large private room of the Mountain Sea Pavilion.

Bright Gate was having a meal.

As Ye Wangchuan's right-hand men, Mo Dong and Mo Xi were always especially popular on such occasions. A steady stream of people came forward to toast them.

In the past, with his good alcohol tolerance, Mo Dong would always be very forthright when drinking. He basically did not reject anyone.

However, today, he only drank a few glasses and refused to drink anymore.

Mo Xi was a smart person and was more eloquent than anyone else. Finishing his drink in one gulp, he could still deny this glass of wine with a smile.

Mo Dong and Mo Xi did not drink much today, but it did not affect the lively atmosphere in the private room.

It was rare for everyone from Bright Gate to gather for a meal. Everyone was in a good mood.

Among them, beauties were even rarer on such occasions. A beauty sitting on the sofa was surrounded by many men.