Su Weifeng looked at Zheng Yulong with a helpless gaze and then said to Sun Yumeng, "Yumeng, don't be so jittery. Do you usually break a bowl when you eat?"
With a bitter smile, Sun Yumeng replied, "That, of course not, it's just...I feel so anxious inside."
Patting Sun Yumeng's shoulder, Su Weifeng said, "Anyway, all of this belongs to Zhu Xiaoxuan's family, if something breaks, it's on them, and she won't make you pay for it."
Sun Yumeng forced a grin, trying to relax, but looking at the tableware, she felt a pang of fear.
Having dinner here was really an overwhelming experience.
Su Weifeng knew that Sun Yumeng couldn't become bold just by saying so and could only let her be.
The wine had been poured, and both Zheng Yulong and Zhou Mingyang raised their glasses.
Zheng Yulong said, "Su Weifeng, here's to you, brother. Thanks to you, we got the chance to dine here, otherwise, who knows if we'd ever get the chance to eat in these rooms in our lifetimes."
