"Since you have apologized so sincerely, I suppose I'll forgive you. Zhao Yuji, if there's nothing else, I'm going to leave. Sigh, you really are a boring person." Shen Mochen waved his hand as he turned around, sighed, and gave Zhao Yuji a meaningful glance, "Your fiancée is far more interesting than you."
Zhao Yuji watched Shen Mochen's retreating figure with hatred, his face flushing red and then turning white.
"You've been in the bathroom for so long?" Han Muxue looked down at her phone, seemingly texting someone.
"I ran into an old classmate and had a little chat. Oh, and for tonight you can order whatever drinks you want. My old classmate is very wealthy; he said he'd cover all the expenses this evening."
Shen Mochen shrugged his shoulders and twisted his mouth, though he wasn't actually smiling.
In truth, he didn't need to be so stiff with Zhao Yuji; Zhao Yuji was just a bit cheap-mouthed, as aristocratic sons go, a bit too proud, but he didn't fundamentally harm him.
