"She's my sister!"
Yaen Chi blurted out.
After speaking, he abruptly turned to look at Mo Tingshen's expression.
It was extremely dark.
Which was understandable, since the identity of "sister" was somewhat unfriendly to Mo Tingshen at the moment. Yaen Chi's words sounded almost like he was purposely picking a fight with him.
"So, uh, I didn't mean anything else by it. You drink up, I'll be back soon."
Mo Tingshen gave him a cool glance.
This explanation was worse than no explanation at all.
Insisting on making things difficult, he must have had a hole in his brain to call these two harmful friends out. Even the mood for drowning his sorrows in alcohol was gone.
Soon, Mo Tingshen tasted the agony of drinking on an empty stomach. He picked up the room's phone, intending to order some dishes, then suddenly remembered that this private room was under Ye Wanting's charge. If he made the call, Yaen Chi would definitely be listening in.
Forget it then.
