After hanging up, Mo Xie helped Zu Xingyi to his room before returning to the living room.
He sat beside Ai Jiangtu, studied his expression, and asked with concern.
"Jiang Tu, are you feeling all right? Do you need me to help you to your room to rest?"
Ai Jiangtu frowned deeply, rubbed his head, and waved a hand.
"I'm fine. I know my own tolerance. I might have had a bit much, but I'm not so drunk I can't walk."
He gulped down some water to moisten his dry throat, then looked at Mo Xie with a smile.
"It's a shame I didn't get matched against you in any of the three rounds. We never got to have a proper fight."
Mo Xie shook his head helplessly and replied irritably.
"Fine. Since you're so eager to fight, let's go have a match right now. That way, you can stop dwelling on it."
"Forget it, forget it. Do I look like I'm in any shape to fight?"
Ai Jiangtu waved a hand. In truth, he knew perfectly well that his current strength was no match for Mo Xie. If they really fought, he would probably just end up taking a beating.
Ah, what could he do? The guy was a freak of nature. He'd better just buckle down and cultivate...
"All right, then. We'll fight next time we get the chance."
"Yeah. My dad already said this to you, but I still want to say it again."
Ai Jiangtu's expression turned solemn. He patted Mo Xie's shoulder and spoke earnestly.
"My sister's pretty scatterbrained, so please be patient with her in everyday life. Our whole family lives in the north, and we can't be here to look after Tutu. We can only entrust her to you."
Mo Xie paused. Something