On the Drinking Table

The person that Xiao Xiao had been chatting animatedly with was none other than Mo Fei.

Mo Fei's lips curled up in a half-smile as he watched the color drain out of Anran's face. This time, he wouldn't let go of her. Even if he had to force her, he would keep her by his side, no matter what.

Practically everyone in the room could sense the tension between Anran and Mo Fei. Xiao Xiao smirked, then pretended to be surprised as she asked, "Anran, do you and Mo Fei know each other?"

Anran came back to her senses and glanced at Xiao Xiao without speaking.

Tong Wenhai looked at Anran, then at Mo Fei and asked, "Mo Fei, do you two know each other?"

Mo Fei broke his stare, and turned his head to smile at his father-in-law, then said, "Dad, Anran and I were classmates. We haven't seen each other for years, and I didn't expect to meet her here."

"Oh, I see." Tong Wenhai nodded with understanding.