"I..." Xia Yiwan hurriedly raised her head at the sound of it, wanting to deny, but the familiar voice of the man echoed in her ears.
"Hmm."
Xia Yiwan looked at Si Mo in astonishment. Did he just say "Hmm"?
"Then you'd better work harder. Such a beautiful and spirited lady must have many suitors." Feng Lang's father said with a smile.
Several middle-aged people next to them laughed at his words.
"Thank you for reminding me, Uncle Feng, I will try my best to marry her soon." Si Mo smiled at Xia Yiwan.
A flush sprang to Xia Yiwan's face and she hurriedly lowered her eyelashes.
But there seemed to be something stirring in her heart, floating gently, with a faint sweetness.
"Si Mo usually keeps to himself, but today he shows up with his lady. This is rare indeed. Here's to you, Si Mo," said a man nearby, raising his glass.
"Indeed, we've been waiting to drink Si Mo's wedding wine!"
The hooting grew louder and Xia Yiwan was instantly embarrassed.
