"With the identity of a senior? As far as I know, you and Xiao Xi had only a brief encounter in the United States. I don't need outsiders thanking me for taking care of my own wife."
Song Yan silently laughed, raised his head, and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp: "Please, Mr. Lu."
Han Xi's small hand tugged at the corner of Lu Jinghan's clothes under the table, signaling him to give face to his senior.
Lu Jinghan certainly didn't want his little wife to be embarrassed, so reluctantly drank the wine in his hand.
After that, the atmosphere at the dinner table was quite harmonious, and Han Xi occasionally talked about her studying in the United States.
After dinner, Song Yan said that he had drunk wine and found it inconvenient to drive, so he would stay here for one night.
Han Xi looked at Song Yan dazedly, not knowing how to respond in a way that would please him.
"I can have a driver take you back. Forget about staying here."
