At the banquet, there was a buzz of voices.

People seem to have forgotten that two people died here just now, and they reveled heartily.

Bai Jingyan's majestic face was reddish, and he persisted in a glass of wine. He looked at Bai Moqing across the street. "Moqing, you are a bit unfaithful tonight, and your eyes have been wandering. Are you looking for someone?"

"No." Bai Moqing's expression is faint and denial.

"Oh?" Bai Jingyan raised his eyebrows. "How did I hear that you almost got into a fight with that kid named Ye tonight?"

After he asked, he looked up and down at Bai Moqing.

Bai Moqing looks...