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“Oh, an old friend of Zhaoyang’s.” Mo Shan smiled and pointed at the seat opposite Lu Zhaoyang. “If you don’t mind, why don’t you join us?”
Tang Mu thought that Mo Shan was also interested in him, so he nodded and sat down. He also sent a text to his friends to cancel their dinner plan.
Mo Shan sat in the only empty seat left. Now, they were all seated in pairs. It was a weird scenario. Lu Zhaoyang decided to just go with the flow. She picked up her utensils and started on her dinner.
Huo Yunting took a quick side glance at her. This woman, she’s clearly anxious as hell, but she still tries to act calm .
He retracted his hand from the sofa and started on his dish too, ignoring Tang Mu and Mo Shan.
“Brother Yunting, I’d like to change the curtains at home, what do you think is a good color?” Mo Shan asked with a smile.
She sounded warm and seductive. Lu Zhaoyang’s hand shook a trifle.
Tang Mu was known to have a big mouth. If he found out anything tonight…
“Emerald. It suits your skin.”
Huo Yunting did not stop slicing through his steak as he answered. He did not even look up at Mo Shan.
“The lady’s skin is very fair. Emerald is a very suitable color.”
Tang Mu grinned at Mo Shan, but he could sense the odd tension at the table.
Isn’t this man Lu Zhaoyang’s husband?
“Why thank you, Mr Tang. Since you’re a friend of Zhaoyang, you should e with her when we get married!” Mo Shan raised her wine glass to Tang Mu, but her eyes were on Lu Zhaoyang when she said, “Sister, your friend’s a wonderful person!”
Lu Zhaoyang’s heart sank. She dared not look at Huo Yunting as she replied as calmly as possible, “Yes, he’s a good man.”
She stuck another piece of food into her mouth, but no matter how delicious it really was, it tasted like wax.
For some reason, she thought Mo Shan was trying to imply something, but she could not say why.
Huo Yunting never agreed to marry her. Why would she bring this up out of the blue?
“Of course! I’d like to attend your wedding, but Zhaoyang might not bring me with her. Her husband’s here, what if he got jealous?”
Tang Mu joked as he raised his glass at Huo Yunting and swallowed a gulp.
Husband? Lu Zhaoyang’s husband?
What kind of nonsense is he talking about?
Mo Shan smiled awkwardly and said, “Mr Tang, I think you’re mistaken. They are siblings, not a couple.”
“But last time —”
“Last time you were mistaken!” Lu Zhaoyang interrupted Tang Mu. She put down her fork and knife and picked up her napkin to wipe her mouth, all to hide how unfortable she felt when lying.
“No way, I thought he called you ‘dear’ just now?”
Tang Mu looked at them two in confusion. He could not understand this plicated relationship.
Mo Shan looked at Huo Yunting. When she was playing the piano, the man she loved had called another woman “dear”!
Haha, who does Lu Zhaoyang think she is?
Huo Yunting threw a careless side glance at Tang Mu, and then leaned toward Lu Zhaoyang. He could see her body visibly turn rigid.
Even so, he smiled and uttered slowly, “My dear…”
Mo Shan and Lu Zhaoyang felt their chest tighten in suspense.
Huo Yunting finished his sentence. “… sister.”
My dear sister.
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