Mo Xing absolutely wasn't one to say one thing and mean another, he was definitely, definitely convinced.
"Come on, Ye Ling, you're now the grand young master of Donghai, not just in Donghai but even across the whole of Huaxia, you're quite the figure with unparalleled popularity."
But damn it, he didn't come home all night, vanished without a trace, calls wouldn't go through, and people couldn't find him.
He had the women at home worried sick, fearing something had happened to him—after all, even if he was out chasing skirts, he should still answer his phone, right?
Then, bright and early, Mo Xing and others started looking for Ye Ling, and boy were they shocked to discover that he'd been arrested for drunk driving.
Damn it, that was absolutely ridiculous, a wave of ridiculousness with a side of 666, Mo Xing was bemused.
"Uh, purely a mistake, purely a mistake."
