This guy, so cunning and calculating, clearly unhappy but managed to endure for so long.
Did he know I'd definitely come to him to borrow money?
I am the older brother, okay?!
Mo Beiyan wore a sullen expression, but considering he was borrowing money, he couldn't start a fight, and besides, he might not even win, "I was just fooling Su Qingtian, said it casually, didn't you catch that?"
Mo Nanjue's gaze turned cold, "Are you saying I'm stupid?"
"…"
Mo Nanjue tossed aside the magazine and stood up, "I'm leaving, take your time losing money."
"Hey, Nanjue!" Mo Beiyan quickly grabbed his arm and pressed his hands on his shoulders, "Don't be in such a hurry to leave, we can talk."
Mo Nanjue sat back down, pursing his thin lips slightly, "I'm thirsty, talking feels uncomfortable."
"…"
This was definitely on purpose!
Mo Beiyan just wanted to bite him but thought better of it and leaned over, poured a cup of tea from the coffee table, and handed it over, "Drink."
