Li Jinyao patted Song Yunque's shoulder, and then with a brisk "Gotta go," he strode quickly out of the private room.
As soon as he left, Song Yunque patted his chest in relief, "Phew, he scared the hell out of me. I was really worried Third Brother would get beaten to death by Second Brother."
Lu Cong was speechless: "So, you just hid far away in the corner to watch?"
Song Yunque laughed sheepishly, "Well, you know how much I value this face of mine. If it were accidentally injured, it would be a total loss."
Lu Cong: "Get lost!"
So much for worrying about him, it was all fake, they were clearly fair-weather friends.
Noticing their enjoyment in bickering, Mo Shiting frowned, "When did you start hanging around with Murong Qian?"
The mention of Murong Qian made Lu Cong's heart flutter, "I owe it all to you."
"Me?"
Mo Shiting was puzzled.
Song Yunque was also quite curious.