Xiaomu: "?"
Jiang Zhiyuan put away his phone and started bouncing one leg.
The three men around him were all staring at him. The room was dead silent, and his heart sank. The next moment he cracked a smile: "How about we change the bet? Wouldn't it be more fun if we bet on Xiaomu's reaction to seeing Brother Yichen drunk?"
However, no one wanted to change the bet with him.
Getting no response, Jiang Zhiyuan's smile stiffened and eventually disappeared.
Jing Feng checked the time. Exactly ten minutes later, Mu Yichen pushed the door open and came in.
Hearing the door, Jiang Zhiyuan was already displeased and pouted: "I heard Xiaomu is sick? Why aren't you at home taking care of her instead of coming here to drink with us?"
"Your dear Xiaomu didn't want you guys complaining about not giving me a chance to join you,"
Mu Yichen replied nonchalantly, sitting down assertively.
Jiang Zhiyuan...
Who the hell would complain about her keeping Brother Yichen at home?
