Lu Siyuan mockingly said, "Fine, everything Mianmian says is in favor of Brother Nan."
"Xiaoxi, you didn't even tell me to drink less." Cheng Feiyang looked at Yang Xiaoxi, wishing she would show some concern for him too!
Yang Xiaoxi rolled her eyes at him, "If you can drink, drink; if you can't, drink less. No one's forcing you."
Cheng Feiyang was scolded and immediately behaved himself.
Lu Siyuan stirred the pot from the side, "With Yang Xiaoxi's temperament, only you would like her."
"What's wrong with my temperament?" Yang Xiaoxi, dissatisfied, tapped Lu Siyuan with a bamboo skewer. "Even if my temper isn't great, I still have suitors. Meanwhile, you're still single. No, wait, there's a foreign girl who fancies you."
