"Who were you talking to?" Mo Jia walked towards Tang Yichen who was sitting on the couch holding a menu in his hand for the low-key surprise party they have planned for Tang Li.
Putting it aside, Tang Yichen pulled Mo Jia onto his lap, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, "It's Xiao Li."
Mo Jia pressed her thighs together at the sudden itch she felt. Turning around, she glanced at Tang Yichen with curiosity in her eyes, "Who were you calling a jerk back then?" She heard a few things when he was talking and she could not help but be curious as to who could annoy Tang Yichen like this.
"I was talking about a lecher who keeps clinging to her these days," Tang Yichen replied with a serious expression on his face.
"Oh…It's pretty dangerous then. I should just call her later to ask her if she is fine," Mo Jia frowned, "Such men deserve to put in jail."
Tang Yichen smiled, "Yes yes, they should be in jail to be tortured endlessly, isn't it?"
