Bo Yanching said, "Sometimes you should do something decent; if it's not your business, just stay out of it."
"The way you say it," Mo Tingshen placed his hand on Bo Yanching's shoulder, "it's so heartless, after all these years of Yaen Chi being your friend."
"If something really happened to him, he'd find a way to contact me."
Mo Tingshen clicked his tongue, "You're always before me in priority, not okay with it."
"If you're not okay, just hold it in."
Bo Yanching shook his shoulder vigorously, distancing a bit from Mo Tingshen.
The appetizers came up. This table had no outsiders. He picked a few pastries and put them in front of Nan Jiaojiao. She just glanced up, holding her phone and playing games; Bo Yanching pulled out the hem of the jacket she was sitting on, smoothing it neatly, while talking to Mo Tingshen beside him, his hand still not leaving her clothes.
Suddenly the hem was tugged, and Nan Jiaojiao's fingers sneaked in, hooking inside his palm.
