Loo Jinyang was envious and whispered, "Thanks, Brother Mo."
"Oh, come on, no need to say that."
Mo Tingshen handed him a glass, "Leave it to you now, just a few tables left, I need a break."
"I'll come find you later."
Mo Tingshen chuckled, informed Mr. Loo, and headed to the main table.
The food was served, but the table looked desolate, with only Bo Yanching there.
Sitting for a long time, the old smoker hadn't smoked a single cigarette.
Mo Tingshen took out a pack of cigarettes, tossed one to Bo Yanching, and lit one for himself, "I smoke a bit to suppress the alcohol."
Bo Yanching pinched a cigarette with his fingers, "Couldn't handle it and didn't call me to switch?"
"You?"
Mo Tingshen laughed slowly twice, leaning sideways, with the hand holding the cigarette bent across the back of the chair, smiling instinctively with his eyes, "Who do you look down on? I won't give up the limelight to you."
Bo Yanching gave him a glance, "Idiot..."
