Jih Mingyue couldn't suppress the joy in her heart and trembled with excitement.
She was only serving Bo Yanqing, attentively pouring his drinks and peeling shrimp to feed him.
Yaen Chi pretended to drink, cup touching his lips, and murmured softly, "Seems like you're having quite the fun. When do you think Brother Yan will regret it?"
Mo Tingshen glanced at him indifferently and replied, "What's the rush? The thunderbolt that will strike him is already on its way."
"Is that so?" Yaen Chi smirked, half-jokingly, "That thunderbolt must be really confused. How many years has it been unable to find where your house is?"
Mo Tingshen stared at him, let out a cold laugh, picked up his glass, drank it all in one gulp, and then stood up to leave.
Yaen Chi watched him go and lifted his thin lips coldly, tsking lightly.
The cunning Mo the Fox also had his untouchable sore spot.
Mention that person's name and he'd get anxious.
"Brother Yan, there's something..."