"Ye Zhan, you're crazy."
Momo gritted her teeth.
Ye Zhan curled his lips into a self-mocking smile, "Momo, I've been driven mad by you."
People from the neighboring private room looked their way, Ye Zhan casually shielded Momo with his body.
Momo turned her face aside to avoid his presence, and only after the people had walked away did she lower her voice, saying stiffly, "Are you letting go or not?"
"Which room were you in just now?"
Ye Zhan asked in a husky voice.
Tonight she had come to him, he wouldn't let her off easily.
"I don't need you to accompany me."
Momo was still angry about his earlier behavior.
This place, their status, if they were accidentally photographed by paparazzi, they'd be front-page news tomorrow.
How dare he!
Ye Zhan seemed in good spirits, indifferent to Momo's attitude. He dominantly grabbed her hand, "Momo, I'm happy you took the initiative to find me. Since there's no need to go back to the private room, let's just go home."
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