After Cao Wencai's barrage of accusations, a wave of discussions began to stir in the crowd.
Seeing the effect was obvious, Cao Wencai grew even more confident, shamelessly continuing, "Luckily, I have a good relationship with Lord Chen Yang; otherwise, I really might have been fooled by this scoundrel."
Yet Chen Yang paid him no mind and clinked glasses with Zhou Huaqing.
The aroma of the homemade vintage wine wafted freely, teasing the taste buds.
The girl named Xiaolan also took a seat at the table, her head slightly bowed, appearing rather reserved.
Gu Zhiqing initiated conversation with her, and slowly, this naturally cheerful girl began to open up, chatting candidly with everyone.
"Grandpa, you'd better not drink too much."
In charge of pouring the wine, Xiaolan spoke with concern as she saw Zhou Huaqing drink several glasses in succession.
"You're such a chatterbox."
