Ji Wei's face suddenly turned bright red.
Qin Sixue: "..."
Xi Nanfeng, cheeks full as he ate, almost choked on his food.
Qin Sixue quickly passed him the milk, and Xi Nanfeng gulped it down, struggling to swallow before protesting with a sour face: "Old Mo, can't you let people enjoy breakfast in peace?"
Ji Wei's face had already nearly buried itself in her plate.
After the brief interruption, the four of them silently continued eating their breakfast.
Xi Nanfeng suddenly asked, "Any news about Old Ye?"
Mo Qian replied, "He called me last night. It seems the situation doesn't look good. This morning, when I tried calling him, the phone was off."
"Then why are we still eating breakfast? Let's go save him now!" Xi Nanfeng swallowed a bite of fried egg and jumped up in frustration.
"Do you even know how to use a gun?" Mo Qian remained seated, his eyes lifting to glance at him coolly.
Xi Nanfeng stammered and shook his head, "No."
