Liang Sichen quickly held up his hands. "Whoa, let's not turn this into a fight. Marriage is a happy occasion!"
Wang Nuozhi burst out laughing, a brittle sound that only deepened the tension. "Our Lili would definitely say otherwise."
Xia Lihua sipped her beer, the rim of the glass hiding the sudden gloss in her eyes. Wang Nuozhi was right—marriage wasn't always a happy occasion.
For her, it was anything but.
"Looks like Lili has no comments to say," Ling feiyi remarked.
Xia Lihua set her empty glass on the table, the sharp clink breaking the brief silence. "Everyone's spouting nonsense. We've all had enough for tonight. It's time to head home."
"You're right," Liang Sichen agreed, his gaze shifting to Ling Feiyi, whose eyelids were drooping. "Feiyi looks like she's on the verge of passing out."
