Yaen Chi wished his cousin would be busy every day, just to keep his own ears in peace.
"Look at them," Mo Tingshen deliberately picked a quarrel, "then look at you, Prince of Rongcheng."
Yaen Chi definitely didn't mishear, he had been mocked.
He resisted the urge to throw his cigarette butt in Mo Tingshen's face and said through gritted teeth, "Earn some virtue, Mr. Mo. Is Chu Yao even paying attention to you now?"
Mo Tingshen raised an eyebrow, "Why would she bother with me when everything's fine?"
The way he said it, as if he'd been used and tossed aside, yet he spoke so nonchalantly, even boastfully if you listened carefully.
This guy either had bubbles in his brain or was definitely sick.
"Exactly, she should stay far away from you."
"Indeed."
Mo Tingshen exhaled a ring of smoke, his eyes showing a dark shade as he looked down to flick the ash, then looked up, back to normal, "Let's go, this is boring."
Yaen Chi's mood instantly improved, "Shall I escort you?"
