"Yes, yes, yes, we're old acquaintances."
He Yi nodded eagerly, his face full of joy.
Mo Cang frowned slightly.
However, seeing that He Yi was so pleased with Mo Shangjun and that Mo Shangjun didn't show any hostility toward He Yi, he didn't take the awkward atmosphere at the table seriously.
He Yi was a chatterbox; while his skills weren't as advanced as Yan Gui's, he handled these occasions with ease.
He managed to keep the conversation from lapsing into silence, readily threw in topics, and didn't irritate serious officers like Mo Cang while occasionally agreeing with him.
Mo Shangjun, having finished a bowl of porridge, looked at He Yi with great interest.
He really was a sharp one; he had a knack for knowing when to stop in both conversation and deeds.
These days, young people who could win Mo Cang's approval weren't many.
