Wen Nuan pointed at Ye Feimo in confusion. Mo Xiaobai desperately wanted to rush over and cover Wen Nuan's mouth, but with Ye Feimo nearby, he didn't dare. Wen Nuan pointed at Ye Feimo for a long moment, then blinked at Mo Xiaobai, who looked crestfallen.
Mo Chen also understood, his mouth slightly agape. Mo Yao, seeing the strange expressions on their faces, narrowed his eyes. What had those two said to Wen Nuan this time? Ye Feimo asked, "What do you want to say?"
Wen Nuan turned her head. Mo Xiaobai had already decisively aimed for the exit and made a swift escape. Wen Nuan suddenly blurted out, "You play mahjong?"
