"Hehe, aren't you quite happy right now."
Ji Xiaoge smilingly patted Motan on the back and made a playful face: "During our last gathering, you seemed a bit off. I thought you didn't like them."
!?
Motan's smile vanished instantly, and he asked in bewilderment: "Off? How was I off?"
"Eh? Well... even if you ask, I can't really explain it."
Ji Xiaoge was initially taken aback, then pouted slightly with some frustration: "Overall, it was just off. Even though you seemed like your usual self, something felt weird. Thinking about it carefully, I can't pinpoint it, just like... hmm..."
Motan discreetly wiped the sweat from his forehead and softly prompted: "Can you give an example?"
"An example, hmm, let me think."
The girl furrowed her brows, shaking her ankle-length waterfall-like black hair, and after a while, she suddenly clapped her hands: "Got it! Mor, you know I have a sister, right!"
