Admiral Wu Jin awkwardly shifted his sitting position. Bai Tingfeng's facial expression became passive, and Shen Yuan curiously turned to look directly at Prime Minister Mo.
Chairman Mao straightened his posture, "We have been constantly collaborating due to the threats of the Cardinal. You could say that this closeness is the product of trauma bonding."
"Collaborating, I see," Prime Minister Mo's eyes disappeared due to his bright smile. "Then that means you are also close with my beloved nephew, Mo Zhu?"
As if rehearsed, all necks twisted towards Shen Yuan's direction. Close? Hell yeah! They butt heads and insult each other from head to toe like besties!
Shen Yuan wanted to get frank with Prime Minister Mo and say that his nephew is an aspiring homewrecker!
Fortunately for the man, the celestial fox spirit is in a good mood after his husband's performance. His satisfaction index was enough for him to gain an angel's halo for the entire night.
