Chapter 7 (2/2)

Mo Shiting returned home at 9 p.m.

When he realized that Gu Li wasn’t around, he raised his eyebrows and asked Aunt Guan, “Where is she?”

“Young Madam isn’t back yet. Young Master, do you want to call and ask her?”

Aunt Guan had long found out from her husband, Uncle Guan, that Old Master Mo liked Gu Li very much, so she naturally became a member of the assist team to make their relationship work out.

Moreover, it was quite late at night, so she was indeed worried about Gu Li’s safety. If she had her contact information, she would have called her long ago.

“No need to care about her.”

After speaking, Mo Shiting strode upstairs.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Aunt Guan followed behind him and was just about to continue persuading him when she heard his phone ring. There was an incoming call.

Aunt Guan tactfully retreated.

Mo Shiting answered the call. On the other end of the phone, Song Yunque said teasingly, “Fourth Brother, you’re so impressive! You got married without even telling me.”

Mo Shiting narrowed his eyes and said in a dangerous tone, “Since you’re so envious, I’ll get your grandaunt to arrange blind dates for you tomorrow.”

“No, no, no—”

Afraid that Mo Shiting would really incite his great aunt to set him up for a blind date, Song Yunque broke out in a cold sweat. “I was wrong, Fourth Brother. Please forgive me.”

After saying that, he immediately changed the topic. “Third Brother has organized a gathering at the bar. Do you want to come over?”

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“No.”

Mo Shiting was disinterested until he heard Song Yunque say, “Fourth Sister-in-Law’s name is Gu Li, right? I just saw a girl named Gu Li who claimed to be your wife and having a lot of fun on the dance floor. Are you sure you don’t want to come? Let me tell you this, she drank quite a lot of alcohol. If she accidentally makes you a cuckold, then…”

“Send me the address.”

Mo Shiting ended the call with a cold face, picked up his jacket, and went downstairs.

At the same time, in a VIP private room in a certain bar, Song Yunque placed his phone on the bar counter and grinned at the two men sitting opposite him. “Look, I’m still the impressive, right? I didn’t even have to use much effort to trick Fourth Brother, that abstinent old man, to come here. Haha, I’ve already completed half of the task Grandpa Mo assigned me.”