Luo Haofeng blew a loud whistle, "Wen Jin, see that? Mo Xiuchen calculates against everyone. So, why don't we wipe out his wallet tonight?"
He must pull someone in; otherwise, with both of them siding with Wen Ran, it would be challenging to win.
However, Wen Jin didn't care at all and lightly laughed, "He's right. Ranran is my sister. If she loses, she should take from me. For the sake of my wallet's thickness, do you think I would agree to your proposal?"
"Mo Xiuchen, you better get away."
Luo Haofeng's face changed, glaring at Mo Xiuchen, the troublemaker.
**
When Mo Xiuchen returned to Mo's Mansion, Mo Zixuan chose to avoid him.
He had said everything he should to Mo Jingteng. Now, all he could do was wait for the effects and see if his attacks could 'kill' Mo Xiuchen.
Mo Xiuchen took a seat on the single-seat sofa, his deep eyes scanning the cigarette butts in the ashtray. Before Mo Jingteng could speak, he asked first, "Did Mo Zixuan tell you?"
"Yes, it was Zixuan."
