He barged in, seized the biggest seat on the sofa without a word, and sat down. Spotting an opened bottle of whiskey and a glass on the coffee table, he felt a sudden urge to drink, considering the recent events. Just as his hand reached out, his obsession with cleanliness kicked in. He scrutinized the glass carefully, checking for any signs of previous use. Only then did he pour the whiskey, add a few ice cubes, and drink it all in one go.
Mo Siyu knew Yu Zexiao's temperament. The Mo and Yu families had been friends for generations, and the two had grown up together. Besides having a face more beautiful than most women, this man also had a personality as fickle and proud as one. Picky, nit-picky, small-minded, venomous—Yu Zexiao had all the petty traits you could find in a woman.
