Mo Xin went forward and said worriedly, "Cousin, stop drinking. Look at Brother Xingyun."
Li Chun was tired from shaking the dice. He let the guard take over and lay at the side to rest.
Mo Linyuan did not reply. Although he did not drink much, his situation was not much better than Xie Xingyun's. The two of them were like wild horses that had lost their reins and were holding back their anger.
Seeing the two of them glaring at each other, Mo Xin did not know why they were being so stubborn.
Xie Xingyun picked up the bowl again. His hand was a little shaky, and a few drops of wine splashed on the table.
Mo Xin wanted to take it, but when she almost touched the man's hand, a bone-chilling voice sounded softly.
"Get lost."
Mo Xin bit her lip in disbelief. She stood rooted to the ground for a few seconds before sitting down awkwardly.
Bai Xianyu watched as Xie Xingyun looked up and took another bowl.
