Jordan Bennett lightly furrowed his brows, his inquisitive eyes fixed on Daniel Marshall without blinking, "What's wrong with you?"
Daniel Marshall's sensuous thin lips parted slightly, exhaling a faint ring of smoke, his voice deep, "I'm fine, you're getting married, I'm happy for you."
Jordan Bennett didn't speak. He picked up the wine glass and toasted to Daniel Marshall.
Daniel Marshall responded, lifted his wine glass to clink with Jordan Bennett's, and then drained the red wine in his glass in one gulp.
Seeing Daniel Marshall like this, Jordan Bennett found it difficult to say anything. He walked toward Adam Howard, "What's wrong with him?"
"He's not going to die. Just leave him. Maybe he'll be better after a while."
Suddenly, Martin Wallace interjected, "It takes the person who tied the bell to untie it!"
Jordan Bennett's brows tightened, and his expression changed slightly, "They had a fight, the couple had a fight?"
