Old Man Mo's eyes went straight whenever he saw a beautiful woman on TV, turning into mere slits, gradually revealing a sleaziness. Ye Tian shivered involuntarily, thinking about how many innocent women this old geezer must have harmed when he was young.
He waited until the show ended before Old Man Mo, reluctantly and unwillingly, picked up the remote. After flipping through a few channels, which were just reruns that he had already seen, he finally set the remote down with resignation. As he turned around and saw Ye Tian staring at him impatiently, he gave an embarrassed smile, "Look at my memory, please, go ahead, don't be shy."
Old Man Mo generously handed over the remote control, signaling Ye Tian could change the channel at will.
Mo Yan snatched it uncompromisingly, throwing the remote onto the bed, "Okay, better make things clear with him quickly, or there'll be trouble."
