The sounds of fighting had already echoed from outside the door, fists clashing and splitting the sky, the sound piercing.
Feng Huaimu stood alone at the entrance, nodding with a smile: "Old Four, Old Seven, Su Li, wish you a happy New Year's Eve."
He stood at the doorway, while Su Li and the others stood in the hall. Although everyone had smiles on their faces, the atmosphere was somewhat tense, and no one dared to move.
At this moment, Mo Yu's eyes surged with a cold light, and she barked sharply: "What exactly are you doing?"
Lin Moli had already fallen asleep on Rong Chu's shoulder, clearly having eaten something she shouldn't have.
Mo Si Huang looked complexly at the blue diamond ring on his left index finger, and after a moment of silence, said blandly: "You misunderstood, I didn't add anything to the New Year's Eve banquet."
