Seeing Gu Moqian completely ignoring his words, Xi Nanfeng immediately exploded: "Old Mo, you said it yourself! If I found a girlfriend, you'd give me a big gift. Now you're going back on your word?"
Gu Moqian paused in the act of swirling his wine and looked up, speaking coolly: "The money you spent renting a girlfriend was more than the gift I'd planned to buy you. Why bother?"
Xi Nanfeng deflated at those words, waved dismissively to the woman beside him, indicating for her to leave, then walked over with the intention of sitting next to Gu Moqian.
Gu Moqian disdainfully scooted further inside to avoid him.
Xi Nanfeng's face twitched. He turned to the seductive man with long hair at the inside seat, who was quietly savoring red wine, and complained, "Ye Cheng, look at him! He'd rather sit next to you than with me. I'm a charming, dashing, carefree man—what's so wrong with that?"
Ye Cheng raised his phoenix-like eyes to glance at him but said nothing.
