Mo Nanze hesitated for a moment, a flicker of panic that no one could see flashed through his eyes.
Rekindled old flames...
Mo Nanze half-closed his eyes and said airily, "Don't worry, there's no old flame between Lu Yinfeng and Mo Qianyan."
That statement was meant as much for Bai Zhilan as it was for himself.
He paused briefly, then laughed at himself in self-deception.
Slowly, he lit another cigarette and smoked it, puff by puff.
The ashtray was full of cigarette butts.
Bai Zhilan was dumbfounded, then burst into wry laughter.
Observing Mo Nanze's upright figure, Bai Zhilan truly admired his composure.
She would never be able to achieve such peace in her lifetime, after all.
Before leaving, Bai Zhilan couldn't help but scoff, "You really are the man who married his own nephew's ex-wife."
Mo Nanze paid no attention.
Through the window, he saw Mo Qianyan returning home.
Almost everyone in the family went up to greet him.