Yun Yi and Ye Wuge laughed gleefully on the side.
"Tsk tsk, CEO Xiao, you finally have one of those days?" Yun Yi shrugged and laughed provocatively.
"This heroic stance must be shared online, let his wife fans have a good look."
Ye Wuge stirred up trouble, taking out his phone to snap horizontal and vertical shots of Xiao Moli, eagerly posting them on Instagram afterward.
Xiao Moli squinted his eyes, casually picked up a grape from the table beside him and threw it directly at Ye Wuge's hand holding the phone.
"Damn, Xiao Moli, you violent maniac."
Ye Wuge screamed miserably and almost jumped up, his phone falling to the ground with a thud, the screen turning black.
"Little An'an, I'm telling you, this violent guy must be divorced."
Seeing another grape from Xiao Moli's hand about to fly over, Ye Wuge hurriedly jumped back a step, hiding behind Jiayin.
