"…"
Mia Grant quickly lowered her head.
Out of sight, out of mind.
She shouldn't have even asked.
"Hm? Why are you suddenly pretending you don't know him?" Yates Donovan, who loved to stir the pot, continued to tease her. "Weren't you the one calling him 'Ethan' this and 'Ethan' that…?"
Mia, slightly embarrassed, pinched him and grabbed his arm. "Shut up and let's go!"
"What's the rush?" Yates deliberately slowed down, letting her drag him along at an unhurried pace, like an old man on a stroll.
"Leaving without saying hello is just too rude, don't you think?"
"I'm begging you, my lord! Stop provoking him! You alone are enough of a headache for me." 'If I didn't need something from him, I would never have brought him here, not in a million years.'
"Besides, my older brother is here. Among you guys, only my second brother is low-maintenance. If we add Kian Keller to the mix..."
"Isn't that perfect? We were short one for a mahjong table. Add him, and we'll have a full set."
