Yaen Chi sat down and glanced at the empty bottles on the table, "How much was drunk?"
Mo Tingshen, holding a cigarette, raised an eyebrow at him, his gaze briefly moving toward Bo Yanching, "Talking about feelings?"
"Don't know if they've talked, but he spoils Nan Jiaojiao a lot."
Mo Tingshen scoffed lightly, "Playing ambiguous games to the point of losing oneself like this is a skill too."
"Keep it down, Mo the Fox; you're no better."
Yaen Chi stretched his hand out for Mo Tingshen's cigarette, didn't wipe it, and continued smoking. He called Loo Jinyang over and whispered a few words to him.
By the time the cigarette was finished, the people in the booth had cleared out.
Only then did he and Mo Tingshen, one on each side, start carrying Bo Yanching out.
"I'm sober; I'll drive you guys."
Mo Tingshen pulled out the car keys and tossed them to him across another person.