"Was it me instead of you?" Mo Qian's brows furrowed slightly with impatience.
Xi Nanfeng glanced resentfully at Ji Wei, whose belly was noticeably round, and decisively gave up resisting. "Fine, I'll do it."
He propped Ye Cheng's head against his shoulder, held a cup of water in the other hand, and shouted gruffly, "Old Ye, drink some water."
Ye Cheng's lips remained tightly sealed, motionless.
"How are you supposed to drink if you don't open your mouth?" Xi Nanfeng panicked and shook Ye Cheng. "Wake up, Old Ye!"
The drunken Agent Ye showed no reaction whatsoever.
Xi Nanfeng, deflated like a punctured balloon, pushed Ye Cheng onto the sofa, set the cup down, and declared, "I'm done babysitting a drunk. You all deal with this mess. I'm heading home to sleep."
Just as he was about to stand up, he froze under Mo Qian's cutting gaze. "You're not letting me leave?"
