Yan Rusheng wasn't at all embarrassed by it. Instead, he gave a wide blissful smile. "No point feeling jealous over it since all of you doesn't have a wife yet."
After that, he lazily leaned back on his chair and glanced at Zhao Zheng. His smile deepened. "Zhao Zheng should be the one to raise a toast since we haven't met for over ten years. He should take the lead."
They were all speechless.
'He had only given a love letter to your wife, and it had been years. Is there a need to go as far as this?'
Zhao Zheng immediately lifted his wineglass and proudly stood on his feet. Looking at everyone, he earnestly said, "You're right. Let me have drink a toast to all of you."
Immediately, someone from the group gave him a thumbs up. "Gracious indeed!"
"Ladies first, so let me first propose a toast to Xuxu." Zhao Zheng lifted his wineglass at Xuxu and smiled. "We haven't for so many years, but you're still as gentle and beautiful."
