Jiang Zhiyuan put away his phone and started bouncing one leg. The three men around him were all staring at him. The room was dead silent, and his heart sank. The next moment he cracked a smile: "How about we change the bet? Wouldn’t it be more fun if we bet on Xiaomu’s reaction to seeing Brother Yichen drunk?" However, no one wanted to change the bet with him. Getting no response, Jiang Zhiyuan’s smile stiffened and eventually disappeared. Jing Feng checked the time. Exactly ten minutes later, Mu Yichen pushed the door open and came in. Hearing the door, Jiang Zhiyuan was already displeased and pouted: "I heard Xiaomu is sick? Why aren’t you at home taking care of her instead of coming here to drink with us?" "Your dear Xiaomu didn’t want you guys complaining about not giving me a chance to join you," Mu Yichen replied nonchalantly, sitting down assertively. Who the hell would complain about her keeping Brother Yichen at home? "Xiaomu is so considerate. Thank her for us. Someone’s covering the tabs for the entire year here!" Jing Feng raised his eyes, glancing sympathetically at the pitiful Jiang Zhiyuan, and said to Mu Yichen. Mu Yichen paused, then realized they were betting on them as a couple again. Not angry, he just smiled: "Then my bills should be included too! After all, I’m part of it!" "Damn! No need to be so harsh, right?" Among them, Mu Yichen had the most social engagements. If Jiang Zhiyuan had to cover his tabs, he’d go bankrupt. Jiang Zhiyuan decided to text Xiaomu for help, but Mu Yichen keenly noticed just as he was about to send the message. "Jiang Zhiyuan, if you keep texting my wife, don’t blame me for cutting ties!" It was rare for Mu Yichen to speak to him so seriously, and Jiang Zhiyuan almost dropped his phone in fear. "We’re in a pure revolutionary relationship." "Didn’t I tell you to go see Helian Hao? Why didn’t you go?" Ignoring Jiang Zhiyuan’s defense, Mu Yichen kindly reminded him. Jiang Zhiyuan was about to cough up blood. His buddies were looking at him curiously, and Jing Feng was curiously raising his eyes: "What do you mean?" Jing Feng was puzzled why it suddenly involved his wife. "Damn! You guys stop bullying me, alright? I’ve got a girl too now, if she sees me being bullied , she might break up with me!" Jiang Zhiyuan sulkily reminded them. "So, are we saying it now?" Mu Yichen suddenly chuckled. Jing Feng still didn’t get it. After hearing Jiang Zhiyuan’s explanation, he hesitantly spoke: "Xiaohao is an obstetrician, you can go to her when you get married and have kids, but for other issues, you better find a specialist. She can introduce a reliable doctor for you." Jing Feng’s slow-paced temperament could drive someone crazy. Qiao Yi saw they were chatting so happily, so he messaged Xi Meng. Xi Meng was still working at home and replied to Qiao Yi’s message: "I’m dealing with some work stuff." Qiao Yi: "I’ll come see you after dinner!" Xi Meng: "Isn’t it too late?" Qiao Yi: "You don’t want to see me?" Xi Meng: "I’m about to rest soon!" Xi Meng bit her lip, her heart racing like a young deer. Qiao Yi: "Then I shouldn’t come over?" Actually, she wasn’t unwilling to have him over, she was just nervous. It felt like a first love, taut and with complex emotions. Qiao Yi regretted his question as soon as he saw the "Mmm," wanting to strangle himself for even asking. Qiao Yi: "Okay then, let’s have dinner first and chat after dinner." Xi Meng couldn’t see outside of the messages, where a man at the dining table was so troubled, frowning like a three-year-old child upset over losing candy. Zhao Huai sat next to him, leaning back in his chair, sneakily watching him text Xi Meng, and couldn’t help but remind him: "Why ask a girl something like that? Just go straight to her!" Everyone turned to look at Zhao Huai, then at Qiao Yi. Qiao Yi slowly looked at Zhao Huai. This guy couldn’t handle his own problems, yet he dared to advise him. However, he really should just go straight over, no need to ask. If he went over, she’d surely ask, "Didn’t I tell you not to come?"