Titus Zane chuckled, unsure of how to follow up Evander Lancaster's remark, and amidst the awkwardness, Nathan Moore had already stood up, his black trousers and white shirt accentuating his figure, with the top two buttons undone, exposing a small portion of his fair, firm chest.
The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up to his forearms, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, he kicked Evander Lancaster's leg disdainfully and said, "You always talk too much."
"Sister-in-law, look, my second brother is bullying me." Evander Lancaster feigned aggrievement, rubbing his buttocks, although Nathan Moore had kicked his shin.
At that moment, other than smiling Titus Zane, who didn't know how to react and stood there, he could think of no other word but 'awkward' to describe his feelings.
"You two know each other?" Beatrice Hargrave's eyes widened with curiosity.
"I'm from T City."
