Meanwhile.
In the bar.
A group of people were still howling while drinking, the alcohol bottles on the glass tea table were scattered, and there were occasional alcohol stains on the table and the floor. After Lu Nanchen sent a message to Yu Ting on WeChat, he tightened the lid of the thermos cup and prepared to leave.
"Are you leaving now? Did your wife come to rush you?"
"Hmm, she didn't urge me. The kid came, so I'm going home early to check on her."
"A kid? Did you two have a shotgun wedding?" The out-of-the-box words from Song Yue earned a cold gaze from Lu Nanchen, "No, it's my uncle's child."
"Are you still a virgin? On your wedding night..."
Before Song Yue could finish his sentence, Lu Nanchen next to him stood up, holding the lid of the cup with his fingers, and raised his hand towards Zuo Fugui: "I have something at home to attend to, I'll go first."
