Huang Tianxuan appeared to maintain a neutral and objective balance: "You all make it sound like there's some sort of provocation going on, take a break, it's useless. Do you think Sister Zhao is as petty as you guys? No, she's magnanimous and doesn't care about any of this. Not only with He Yimeng but also with us. Didn't she see that we didn't get to eat at the wedding and still invited us for a meal? Come on... let's give her a toast together. By the way, Sister Zhao, I'm pregnant, so I'll toast with a beverage instead of alcohol, you don't mind, right?"
Who asked you to toast me?!!
Zhao Qingge waved her hand with a displeased expression. At that time, when she wanted to toast them, she intended to show off to the defeated in public. But now, in this private setting and at this time, it was completely the opposite. It seemed like the three of them were comforting her, the loser in marriage...
"Wait a minute, why don't you have a glass?"
