He laughed rather awkwardly. He caught a glimpse of Ming Ansheng, who was still gloomily drinking away and immediately used him to steer the conversation out of dangerous waters. "Ansheng, were you badly affected because everyone else is married?"
"Being affected is fine. But you need to get us to drink with you. Why are you drinking all by yourself?"
Someone chimed in, "Yeah! As though we aren't your friends."
Ming Ansheng was tipsy and he smirked coldly. Red wine had smeared her lips and it complemented the boutonniere on his chest. He looked aloof and cold.
He raised his glass to toast everyone. "If you are my friends, drink up."
His eyeballs swiveled around, surveying everyone.
"Drink!" someone shouted with enthusiasm.
Everyone raised their glasses.
