C107 Brother?

"Xu Mao, I'm sorry."

Yan rushed to Xu Mao's side, her voice a hushed whisper.

Xu Mao was ashen, silent.

He knew the stakes: if the middle-aged man denied knowing him, he'd be in deep trouble.

But he couldn't fault Yan; his own vanity had kept him from speaking up.

"Mr. Dong, perfect timing. The new girl at your place isn't cutting it. She wouldn't drink with me and splashed beer in my face