Huang Xiaojue smiled quietly.
Zhou Ting giggled. "Miss Yan, I'll use tea in place of wine to toast you with Xiaojue. Wishing you a radiant future."
Yan Xixi glanced at Huang Xiaojue, then at Zhou Ting. Seeing them standing together, they appeared perfectly matched.
Especially since Zhou Ting was pregnant—pregnant.
Why did hearing that word recently sound so grating?
She also giggled. "Then I also wish you the quick birth of a healthy child and eternal harmony."
"Thank you for your kind words. Alright, I won't disturb you any longer. Everyone, please enjoy yourselves."
Huang's mother hurriedly escorted her out, the scene indeed resembling an Empress being attended to. Reaching the door, she looked back. "Son, remember to come back early, don't stay out too late."
In a corner, Zhou Xiaoxuan muttered, "Why is *she* watching him so closely? Afraid someone will steal her son? Honestly..."
Xu Xiaoya whispered, "Why do you care what she does?"
