"Old Mo, weren't you making a call? Why haven't I heard anything?" Xi Nanfeng couldn't help but urge him as he stood there silently for a long time.
Gu Moqian put Ye Cheng's phone back, then walked over and stopped in front of Xi Nanfeng: "Keep an eye on him. I'm heading back to the bedroom."
"You're dumping him on me again to go cuddle with some woman and sleep?" Xi Nanfeng grumbled, clearly annoyed.
Gu Moqian shot him a glance, his expression enigmatic and voice low: "Tomorrow, come with me to Zimei Club."
"What for?" Xi Nanfeng was baffled, pausing briefly before suddenly smacking his forehead. "Old Ye getting drunk—does it have to do with that woman?"
Gu Moqian pressed his lips together silently, then turned and walked out.
Xi Nanfeng lay down, full of puzzlement and frustration, tossing and turning as he tried to make sense of the situation but to no avail.
...
Early the next morning.
