Chapter 1672: What Happened to Your Face?

“Forget it, I’m not going to hold it against you. Later you should explain it to Xuanxuan. You didn’t go pick her up yourself this morning, she’s a bit unhappy about it.”

“Mm.”

“Oh right,” Mother Loo seemed to have just remembered the older son next to her, “Jinyang, is there still time now?”

Loo Jinyang said lightly, “They’ve already done his makeup at the hotel, and he’s changed his clothes. He can just go straight over.”

“Really? Let me see.”

Mother Loo cupped Loo Yao’s face to look him over. After studying him for a moment, she suddenly sensed something was off.

“Yao Yao, what’s wrong with your face?”

“Ah? What, my face?”

Loo Yao slowly looked over at Loo Jinyang.

The movement was a little too deliberate.

But Loo Jinyang’s expression didn’t change in the slightest. He even met his gaze directly. The corner of Loo Yao’s mouth stiffened a little; a chill ran through his heart and he couldn’t feel pleased with himself anymore.

“It’s nothing, I fell on my own. My brother already had the makeup artist cover it up for me, you can’t see it.”

Mother Loo didn’t think much of it, she just said, “I’ve always been at ease with the way your brother does things. Your makeup doesn’t look like it’s a big problem either. Come, let me straighten your clothes for you.”

As she spoke, Mother Loo took Loo Yao by the hand and walked off.

Whether it was really because they were pressed for time or not, she only gave Xu Shu a small nod as a greeting and didn’t say a single word to him.

Loo Jinyang spoke on her behalf: “Today’s too busy, we’re not being very attentive as hosts. Come over to the house another day and we’ll get together.”

Xu Shu lifted a hand and put it on his shoulder. “Don’t be so formal. Saying that kind of thing to me?”

Loo Jinyang exchanged a smile with him. “Let’s go, let’s head in first. I don’t think there’s anywhere else they’ll need me right now.”

Xu Shu nodded. “Alright. Old Mo is inside covering for you, drinking with Uncle Loo. He knows his limits, no one can force drinks on him, but once you’re here you still have to go switch him out.”

“Okay, got it.”

Xu Shu kept glancing back over his shoulder, feeling like something was missing. Then he halted. “Oh, crap!”

“What is it?” Loo Jinyang stopped as well and turned sideways to look at him.

“Huo Linxi came along too. He left before me, I didn’t catch up with him. He drove his own car to go find you. It’s been ages, where is he?”

“Xiao Huo?”

Loo Jinyang first looked out toward the exit. This was the back door, there was no way he’d see anyone here. He took out his phone and was just about to call when Huo Linxi’s call came in.

He picked up but hadn’t had time to speak when Huo Linxi’s loud, fussy voice came through: “Brother Loo? Which floor are you on? I even tried seducing the girl at the front desk and got her to help me check, but there’s no your brother’s name anywhere.”

Loo Jinyang’s eyelid twitched. “Which hotel did you go to?”

Huo Linxi said a name. “Isn’t that Miss Lu’s hotel?”

Loo Jinyang said helplessly, “The one across the street is. The one you went to only has a business partnership with Miss Lu’s company; it’s not even the same chain.”

Huo Linxi practically choked on that. He paused for several seconds without saying anything, then ground his teeth, too embarrassed to curse, and squeezed out a line of praise instead: “The Lu Family with their massive empire, seriously!”

“Hurry over here. We’ve kept your seat for you. If you’re late, I’m not saving you any dishes.”

“Wait for me! I’m coming right back, give me a minute!”

Loo Jinyang wanted to tell him to drive carefully, but before he could get the words out, the call was hung up in a rush of wind and fire.

He shook his head with a smile and slipped the phone back into his pocket.

After he went into the banquet hall, he split off from Xu Shu. Loo Jinyang went looking for Mo Tingshen; as he walked over and had only exchanged a couple of sentences, he caught a faint whiff of alcohol on Mo Tingshen.

In the short glass in his hand was clear liquor.

Mo Tingshen rarely drank baijiu. He liked red wine. Usually, if anyone dared bring him a glass of baijiu, he could mock them until their face turned scarlet.