It's not about being angry or not, but Momo's attitude, her aura, her tone, definitely indicated displeasure.
"Momo, let's just spar a bit."
Yan Gui hurriedly walked over to An Chen's side and slung an arm around his shoulders, forcibly creating an image of brotherly affection.
An Chen glanced at him and frowned but didn't push him away.
"Really?"
Mo Shangjun said it without a change of expression, yet both her words and demeanor spoke three words—
She, didn't, believe.
"No, it's not."
Yan Gui awkwardly retracted his hand as he responded.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow and asked lazily.
"It's nothing much," Yan Gui grinned sheepishly as he explained, "just that, we had a topic we couldn't agree on, got a bit heated, and decided to have a fight to see who's right. Look, we didn't even settle it, and here you are..."
"So, you're saying I interrupted your 'happy event'?" Mo Shangjun narrowed her eyes slightly.
