CHAPTER 480: CHAPTER 480: FIRST TAKE AWAY THIS FAMILY-WRECKING THING, DON’T BLOCK MY FRONT DOOR.

Xi Nanfeng always gets the itch to show off every time he buys a supercar.

But he finds driving alone way too boring, so he tries to drag his best buddy along.

Unfortunately, Mo Qian couldn’t care less about his enthusiasm and flatly declined, "Sorry, I don’t have time."

Even if he had time, he wouldn’t go on a joyride with another guy.

He’s not crazy.

"Don’t tell me you’re working overtime on a weekend!"

Xi Nanfeng clicked his tongue twice and started badgering him in earnest. "You’ve got to stop being such a workaholic! Learn from your pal here. You’ve gotta know how to enjoy life! Come on, come on, I’ll take you for a spin by the beach, then we’ll hop on a yacht, catch some sun, maybe do a spa day – you’ll love it, guaranteed!"

"Ask Ye Cheng to go with you."

Mo Qian gave a detached response and turned to leave.

"Don’t mention him. Just talking about him pisses me off!" Xi Nanfeng retorted angrily. "I called up Old Ye, and guess what? He ran off to Heng City!"

"What’s he doing there?"

"Probably one of his actresses needed him, so he went over there fawning like a puppy!"

"You don’t want to date, but you can’t stop others from doing so. Why don’t you call Miss Qin instead? She’d probably love to go on a road trip to the ends of the earth with you."

Maybe in a good mood, Mo Qian rarely joked back, teasing him.

Xi Nanfeng stared at him like he was seeing a UFO. "Old Mo, am I crazy, or are you in an unusually great mood today? Did something happen? Spill the tea for your buddy!"

"You want to know?" Mo Qian raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of laziness.

Xi Nanfeng nodded like a chicken pecking grain.

"Move that flashy piece of junk of yours first. Don’t block my house entrance."

"What do you mean, ’flashy piece of junk’? This is a multi-million-dollar supercar, a globally limited edition collectible!"

Hearing Mo Qian "insult" his beloved car, Xi Nanfeng got worked up. "Look at this sleek body design, the metallic gloss, the stunning curves... It’s the crème de la crème of cars! Meh, talking to you about this is pointless—you clearly don’t appreciate fine things!"

It is definitely a flashy piece of junk.

Not wanting to waste words on this blockhead any longer, Mo Qian turned and walked away.

Fuming, Xi Nanfeng shouted at his back, "Old Mo, don’t you walk away! Stop right there!"

In the end, Xi Nanfeng, determined not to give up, followed Mo Qian right into the villa.

"Second Young Master Xi, hello."

Aunt Zhu greeted him.

"Hello, hello, hello." Xi Nanfeng flashed a grin and casually flopped onto the sofa.

Then he felt something soft and fluffy moving behind him. Startled, he turned around to see Milk lazily squinting its feline eyes at him and letting out a "meow," as if to say hello.

"Holy crap! Old Mo, since when did you keep a cat?"

Xi Nanfeng had never seen Milk during his previous visits, so he looked genuinely surprised.

Before he could close his gaping mouth, Happy came bounding toward him enthusiastically. Midway, however, Happy became fascinated by a corner of the rug that was flipped up and suddenly hit the brakes.

Doggy jaws clamped onto the rug as it started tugging and shaking its head, gnawing and playing with wild abandon.

Xi Nanfeng’s surprise deepened. "Old Mo, are you okay? First a cat, now a dog? Aren’t you the guy who can’t stand shedding animals? Wait... Hang on... Doesn’t this husky look... oddly familiar?"

Xi Nanfeng stared at the unusually lively Happy for a few moments before suddenly smacking his forehead.

What the heck—this dog is Mo Qian’s WeChat profile picture!

Turns out, this husky is actually Happy.

Xi Nanfeng’s eyes gleamed with mischief. Suddenly, he lunged at Mo Qian, gave him a shoulder pat, and declared solemnly, "Happy’s dad, your kid’s pretty naughty, huh?"

Mo Qian shot him a sharp look and said coolly, "She’s a girl."

"Oh, your daughter’s pretty lively too!"