"Xu Luo, can you please take me out for a stroll around the Imperial Capital?" Su Qianqian's exceptionally beautiful eyes were filled with hope as she gazed at Xu Luo, her voice syrupy sweet. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought she was a little sister wheedling her big brother.
Three days had passed since Xu Luo and the others returned. By the end of the banquet that day, nearly everyone had gotten drunk. Ultimately, the only one who remained sober was the pregnant Mo Yun.
Xu Su, who rarely drank, accepted every drink offered that day and successfully became the first to get drunk. He was followed by the heavy-hearted Xu Jie, who was the second to pass out.
Under Lan Xin's lethal glare, Little Fatty didn't drink much, but his tongue was still loosened enough to sing a litany of Xu Su's praises to Xia Muyao and Guo Ying.
