Rong Suyin stood in front of the microphone on the low platform where the live band was situated. A half-filled flute with red wine was in his hand, and he wore the same charming smile. At first, Shen Yuan thought that his dear father-in-law would do a short performance for tonight.
However, that assumption has gone with the wind since he is with two distinguished gentlemen who are least likely to be performers.
"What's Father and Chairman Mao doing with Dad on the stage?"
"It's time," Bai Tingfeng cryptically smiled.
"It's time?" Shen Yuan furrowed his forehead and shot an inquiring look at Bai Tingfeng. But the alpha didn't give him an answer. He held Shen Yuan's waist and guided him back to their seat with his free right hand.
No resistance was made because Yanyan was on Bai Tingfeng's left. The celestial fox spirit fears that if he acts stubbornly, he will hurt the kid accidentally.
