"Guess what they're here for?" Mo Liancheng smiled faintly, letting her guess on her own.
"I'm not a worm in their stomachs."
"Eighth Sister-in-law, I wouldn't dare make you a worm either, otherwise, Eighth Brother would chop me up for food," Mo Jingxuan said boldly with a laugh.
"Your Eighth Brother might not, but I... really want to throw you out again." Qu Tan'er clenched her pink fist, tightened it, and then glared at him, grinding her teeth. She hadn't forgotten that he had flirted with her twice. Although both times were when she was in a bad mood, women are the ones who hold the deepest grudges.
Mo Jingxuan awkwardly touched his head and smiled hastily, beckoning, "I am here for no particular reason, just hanging around leisurely, hoping to be lucky enough to stumble upon Eighth Sister-in-law cooking again... ahem, however, it is Second Brother who is here on business." As he spoke, he deliberately shifted his gaze towards Mo Jiyan, who sat silently to the side.
