Ye Cheng was slightly taken aback but said nothing more.
After nearly ten years of friendship, he understood Mo Qian's personality very well.
Anyone who dared to mess with someone Mo Qian cared about was guaranteed a grim fate, even if it was Zimei with its underworld connections.
Seeing Ye Cheng go silent, Mo Qian raised an eyebrow and asked, "You're not going to plead with me this time?"
"There's no need." Ye Cheng shook his head slowly. "Whatever you decide to do with Zimei, I've got no objections."
Mo Qian looked at his entirely expressionless face, a hint of thoughtfulness flashing through his eyes.
...
Xi Nanfeng had already finished all the remaining porridge, yet the other two still hadn't come out. Growing irritable, he muttered, "Those two are dragging this out—what, are they telling bedtime stories in the study? Damn it, I can't wait any longer!"
Xi Nanfeng shot up from his seat and had just taken a few steps when he saw Ye Cheng and Mo Qian walking back.
