The small get-together for Zixin get-together was held in one of the luxurious hotels owned by the Han Corps, which was dominating the hospitality industry.
"Cheers!"
With Zixin as the focus of the whole party, everybody raised a toast for Zixin's recovery. There were unsolved questions about his accident but today all the worries were left behind only to cherish his health and safety.
Jian smirked. "To Zixin who came back to us safe and sound. Well, he had to or else I would have killed him myself."
Leina hit his elbow. "No talking about killing or violence today."
"Yes, Mam," Jian didn't argue.
"Jian is a such a slave," Nian snorted. "For that matter…" he waved his hand at Xing Bi like a dog furiously wagging his tail. "I am my Xing Bi's slave too!"
She gave him a smile. "Since you are my slave, how about I order you not to talk to me for this whole evening?"
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