Mo Qian walked over to Ji Wei: "Sorry, I'm late."
He kissed her lips apologetically.
The man's scent was cool and clean, prompting Ji Wei to ask curiously, "Weren't you going to a bar? Why is there no trace of alcohol on you?"
Mo Qian gently patted her head, his gaze soft as he said, "With your health being unwell right now, I can't drink. I need to take good care of you." "The bar owner probably thought they'd make a killing tonight, but you didn't drink at all. Think they're spitting blood from frustration?"
"No, Old Xi drank quite a lot," Mo Qian replied.
"Oh, lucky for you that Second Young Master Xi saved the day," Ji Wei said playfully.
"Looks like you have quite a good impression of Old Xi," Mo Qian teased, pretending to act jealous as he pinched her chubby cheeks.
"Of course! Second Young Master Xi is so reliable. Last time when I asked to borrow a boat, he went above and beyond and brought an entire fleet—quite a grand spectacle," Ji Wei said, praising him.
