Mo Tingshen walked in and immediately saw Chu Yao, heading straight over.
Yi Qinghuan didn't accompany for long because too many people approached her to talk, even more than before. Some of them came because of the men present. Yi Qinghuan noticed Bo Yanching's increasing impatience, bit her lip, politely said she would greet other guests, and arranged a quiet spot for them.
Yaen Chi retracted his gaze, "Don't give people attitude, it's Qinghuan's gathering after all."
Bo Yanching's hand was on his thigh; only a closer look would reveal the slight tension in his legs.
He gave Yaen Chi a sidelong glance, "Don't talk to me."
"What's the matter?"
Yaen Chi felt like he had been hit on the back of the head with a blunt object.
"You called and asked me to accompany you, and now you resent me?"
Bo Yanching kept a calm face, "Not now, let me have a moment of peace."
Yaen Chi: "..."
Why did he feel like he wasn't just resented but insulted?
