"Damn, you tricked me?!"
"Yeah."
Mo Shangjun frankly admitted.
Mu Cheng rolled over, nearly tumbling off his chair.
Thankfully, his roommates had gone next door to play cards, otherwise Mu Cheng's ruckus would have surely been discovered.
He hurriedly stood up, took his mobile phone, and paced back and forth in the hallway, shrewdly switching to a fawning tone, "Xiaomo, you see how well I've taken care of you usually, about this matter…"
"Don't worry, I won't tell him."
Mo Shangjun cut off his rambling with a reassuring answer.
Upon hearing this, Mu Cheng quickly breathed a sigh of relief and his anxiety subsided.
All was well, thankfully.
"But—"
Mo Shangjun spoke again, instantly raising Mu Cheng's anxiety once more.
"What now?"
Mu Cheng's voice wavered as if he was about to cry.
He just knew it wouldn't be so simple!
Mo Shangjun, this cunning bastard!
"Spill everything you know."
