Bo Yanching didn't say a word, he sent him a big red envelope.
Yan Chi counted the zeros following the number and took a quiet breath, thinking to himself that language is truly an art form, he had to study it more in the future.
To swindle money.
Bo Yanching: [Let's go to Shengyue Mansion and have a couple of drinks.]
Yan Chi: [You had so many people toasting you tonight, haven't you had enough?]
Bo Yanching, with a faint curve at the corner of his lips: [To quell the desire, feeling terribly restless.]
Yan Chi stared at the message, reading it over several times. Then he took a screenshot and sent it to Mo Tingshen and Xu Shu, asking: [Is it the kind of restless I'm thinking of?]
Mo Tingshen: [It's the restless that you're thinking of.]