"Hold on a second, you drank so much, you can't drive like this." Han Feng was in a hurry to make him stay. "How about I find you a driver?"
Qin Mo stopped and looked at Han Feng. He was finally a bit more friendly. "No need, I have someone."
"Okay." Han Feng was almost sure that there were hidden reasons behind all of this. This time, he really set himself up by playing a match-maker. "Secretary Liang? I have his number."
Qin Mo took his phone out and dialed a number. "Not him, someone else. I can see if he's behaving himself too."
Han Feng: … This tone… sounded… hard to describe, who was this person?
Qin Mo wasn't going to hide anything, he turned the speaker on.
After a few ringing tones.
Everyone around them heard a frustrated voice, which had the unique texture of that youth. "Brother Mo, what exactly did you tell my mum? She doesn't even let me read novels now, how am I gonna kill time tonight?"
