When Lin Jingshu picked up her wine glass to stand up, Ming Zhengxun suddenly called out to her, "Senior Sister."
Lin Jingshu looked back at him, seeing him holding a wine glass and standing up, "I'll join you."
Lin Jingshu was startled for a moment, then looked at him with raised eyebrows, teasing, "Aren't you afraid that joining a divorced woman like me for a toast will affect your image? You're not married yet, so don't let people misunderstand."
Ming Zhengxun laughed it off and said, "I'm old enough to not care about that. What about you, Senior Sister… do you mind?"
His pupils constricted imperceptibly, his gaze fixed on Lin Jingshu's face, waiting for her response.
Lin Jingshu hesitated for a moment, but before she could speak, her brother, Lin Boyi, cut in.
"Little sister, Zhengxun is new here and doesn't know many people. If you let him toast alone, he wouldn't know who's who, wouldn't that be embarrassing? If you go with him, you can help introduce people."
