The place where Mo Zixuan invited Mo Xiuchen for a talk was a hotel under the MS Group.
When Mo Xiuchen arrived, Mo Zixuan had already reached the designated room.
Upon entering, he just glanced at him nonchalantly, then averted his gaze without standing up.
Mo Xiuchen's gaze swept over his coat tossed aside. He sat languidly in the sofa, between the fingers of his left hand, a cigarette, which he had just taken a few puffs from.
The drifting smoke veiled his face. His eyes were obscured by a smoky haze.
Mo Xiuchen walked over and sat down in the sofa. Mo Zixuan offered him a cigarette. He took it, Mo Zixuan offered him a lighter, but he declined, "I'm not smoking right now."
"Want some water? Pour it yourself."
Mo Zixuan glanced at him and tossed the lighter on the tea table.
"Today is New Year's Eve. You're not staying at home with the old man, but asking me out. What's up?"
