"Me? I'm just having fun." Over there, Mo Siyu's voice comes through with his usual flippant tone, "Speaking of which, you're back in the country, right? Want to come out for a drink?"
"What the hell are you up to?" Yu Zexiao almost curses at him, just about to ask him about Zhao Ziyin, when on the other end, a woman's sweet, teasing voice quickly comes through: "Darling, what are you doing?"
Afterward, there's a sound that feels a lot like kissing, Yu Zexiao's face darkens, just about to inquire, when Mo Siyu's voice, now a bit distant, says, "Aren't you coming? Relax, I won't tell the little assistant."
Yu Zexiao's face is almost completely dark. After all this time, that bastard Mo Siyu is having fun again in the nightlife like before?
Didn't he swear he only wanted Zhao Ziyin before? After a while, he can't help it and goes back to his old ways?
"Hey, what exactly are you doing?" Yu Zexiao's voice rises, clearly not happy.
