Ignoring the scrutiny of those around him, Ye Jiuliang saw Mo Su walking over with a glass of wine in hand, and the corners of his lips curved into a playful, roguish smile.
"Your sister is coming over."
The person who had been burying his head in eating cake immediately straightened up, and before he could swallow the cake in his mouth, he ended up choking on it.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Mo Chen pulled a tissue over his mouth and moved closer to Ye Jiuliang, seeking protection.
His over-the-top reaction caught Feng Yi's eye, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Mo Su was his biological sister, yet he seemed to rely more on Jiuliang. When he called Jiuliang "sister," the admiration in his eyes didn't seem feigned, which was really strange.
Mo Su cast a dismissive glance at Mo Chen, who was hiding beside Ye Jiuliang, a sharp edge flashing deep in her eyes.
She smiled faintly, "Mr. Li, President Feng, I apologize for any shortcomings in hosting this evening."