Yhan Xi raised her glass, smiling as she said, "Years have passed, and I didn't notice how humorous you've become. Let me toast to you both, wishing you love everlasting and a happy lifetime together."
Only she knew how much sarcasm was hidden in those words.
Gong Ting was set to be the future Royal Consort. Once he married The Queen, his underground romance with Su Yu would be difficult to continue. Forget about a lifetime of happiness; it would be remarkable if they lasted two years.
In this light, how much luckier was Su Yu compared to her?
Xiao Yu could only raise her glass and stand up. She understood a bit about dining etiquette, both domestically and abroad. Most friendships are solidified through this cultural practice.
She flashed a smile, pretending she hadn't noticed Yhan Xi's sarcasm, "Thank you, Miss Yhan. Thanks for your kind words, we will be happy."
