She went straight to Beijing at noon and called Ying Zhouyuan to ask for the exact start time of the birthday feast.
Since it was in advance, Musheng guessed there wouldn't be many people, and as expected, when she arrived, there were only the five of them who had appeared on the show before.
All their assistants had been sent home.
"Sorry, sorry, I just got off the plane and am late, please forgive me."
Seeing these familiar faces, Musheng felt her mood involuntarily lift. As she arrived, the table waiting just for her rose to greet her, with Ying Zhouyuan especially egging her on, "Sister Musheng, you're late, so penalty is ten drinks, ten drinks!"
Musheng directly refused, "I won't drink unless you do."
Ying Zhouyuan grudgingly sat down.
Making him drink ten glasses was practically asking for his life.
