Upon hearing Zhu Ming'an say this, Xi Nanfeng shot up from his seat, pointing at Chen Ke behind him and barking, "Didn't you say Old Mo was here? Uncle Zhu already said he isn't—you must've deliberately tricked me here as part of some scheme, drawing me away to let Old Mo escape! A grown man like him—if he loses a bet, he should own up to it. Is kissing some woman at the bar really such a big deal that Gu Moqian would be this shy?"
As Zhu Ming'an listened, he felt the heavy weight in his heart suddenly lift.
So Xi Nanfeng came looking for Gu Moqian because of some bet, and not because he caught wind of any wild rumors.
From his words, it seemed Gu Moqian had lost the bet but refused to kiss the woman, so he decided to sneak away.
No wonder Gu Moqian tried to leave not long after arriving.
But luckily, Zhu Ming'an had already slipped something into the tea he drank earlier to ensure he stayed.
