"Yangyang!" Just then, someone slapped Ni Yang's shoulder.
"Yanran!" Ni Yang glanced back slightly, laughing, "Yanran, when did you get here?"
"I had something up this morning, so I just got here."
Feeling emptiness in his hand, Mo Qishen threw an unhappy glance at Li Yanran.
Li Yanran was joking around with Ni Yang, when she suddenly felt a chill and looked back, murmuring, "Strange, why do I feel like someone's watching me from behind? It's rather chilly."
Ni Yang laughed, "Who's looking at you? Your secret admirer?"
Mo Qishen: It's the person who wants to slap her to death.
"Bro!" Xiaozhou came over from the other side, "What's wrong with you, bro? Why the long face? It's your nephew's big day today, you should be happy."
Mo Qishen squinted, "You go and get her out of here."
"Who?" Xiaozhou asked curiously.
"Li Yanran." Mo Qishen uttered coldly.