Xiao Moli, with extreme distaste, took a tissue from the table and wiped his clothes, and even pulled An Ziqi to check if she had been splashed. Then he looked up at An Ziqi.
"Wife, I want to go home. What's the point of chatting with a bunch of idiots? If you go home, can I keep you company?"
Compared to talking with these two idiots, he would rather go home and be alone with his wife.
They were actually being called idiots by someone with a messed-up brain? Ye Wuge felt like he had suffered a ton of damage.
An Ziqi laughed and introduced them one by one, "These three are your best friends who grew up with you since childhood. This is Ye Wuge, this one is Yun Yi, and he is Chen Jun."
"Such poor taste," Xiao Moli remarked after giving a glance across the table.
Was he criticizing his own poor judgment in making friends?
