Another person joined in with a joke, "Young Master Jue, it's been so long since you came out, we thought you were hiding some delicate beauty in the house. Seems like she ran off today, haha—"
"Haha, definitely! Even Young Master Jue has met his match with a beauty one day!"
"Enough, enough, drink up. Let's mourn for our Young Master Jue's loss of his beauty for a moment!"
These guys, who usually enjoyed a good time together, often made such jokes, and nobody minded. After these words were spoken, everyone stood up with their glasses in hand.
"Come on, drink, drink, drink—"
The beauty next to them also stood up, and everyone was standing, with Mo Nanjue alone sitting in the center. The man's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile. He loosened the button of his shirt with his index finger and leaned back onto the sofa, "Whoever drinks the least today, better not show up again."
