The man took off his suit and put it on him, his thin lips softly saying, "Can you manage or not?"
What?!
Mo Beiyan's mouth twitched, his mood indescribable at that moment, as he raised his hand and shoved the man's shoulder, "Get out of the way!"
Mo Nanjue actually stepped aside, with a hint of a smile, "Got yourself into trouble, huh?"
Mo Beiyan glared at him, "Say that one more time?!"
"You did get into trouble."
"I didn't get into trouble!"
"Right, you didn't get into trouble," Mo Nanjue lifted his hand to tidy up his collar, his long index finger wiping a bit of ketchup off his side face, with an annoyingly cheeky smile, "You just went into the ladies' room to snatch a bag, not exactly trouble."
Dammit!
Mo Beiyan glared at him fiercely, biting Mo Nanjue's name off his tongue but unable to shout it out, feeling like he was pissed off the whole day, "Do I even need to snatch a bag?!"
"Not a psychological need?"
