Mo Nanjue wore a cold expression, with an inscrutable demeanor.
Mo Beiyan took two steps forward. The two were of the same height; meeting each other's gaze, he smiled and reached out his hand, "Jue, long time no see."
Mo Nanjue did not extend his hand; he glanced at him coldly, his eyes laced with venom, "Are you Lie Yan?"
Mo Beiyan didn't feel awkward. After retracting his hand, he leaned against the glass door nearby, a teasing smirk on his lips, "Lie Yan? Who is that?"
Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes ominously.
Jason couldn't sit still anymore; who would care about rules at such a time? He hurriedly pushed open the glass door and came over, "Young Master Jue, please calm down, what's going on here..."
The words were stuck in his throat when his gaze swept across, and he forcefully swallowed them back.
Jason stared dumbfounded at the two standing face to face before him, unable to regain his composure for a long time, "Yan, Young Master Yan?"
