After dinner, Duan Fei thought they could go home, but everyone returned to the living room to drink tea and chat.
She sat beside Rong Moyong expressionlessly.
The elders and the younger ones were all talking, the topics ranging far and wide, occasionally addressing Rong Moyong.
And the man's tone was indifferent, his answers brief and to the point.
After a few words, the conversation would end.
Duan Fei held her teacup, sipping slowly, until her phone rang.
She put down the teacup and took out her phone.
In the besties group chat, Song Niaoniao had surprisingly sent a rare message: "Babes, today's Xiaonian in the north, what's everyone up to?"
Jiang Yaoyao: "Niaoniao, you finally showed up!"
Jiang Yaoyao: "Is the New Year's celebration overseas that exciting? What have you been up to for so long? You couldn't possibly be in a relationship, could you?"
Song Niaoniao: "Yaoyao baby, I was wrong."
Duan Fei typed: "Happy Xiaonian."
