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This just started, and my uncle has already begun to stir things up?
Song Weiyi looked helplessly at Pei Chenyang. This was his dear nephew, why was his uncle being so unreasonable?
Fo Ziyu stood up, echoing with a tone as firm as if he were hammering a nail, "We must drink. Bring a dozen of red, white, and yellow. Boss is really being too much, keeping even us in the dark; does he not see us as brothers anymore?"
As he spoke, he pushed a glass of vodka in front of Pei Yibai with a meaning that couldn't have been clearer.
Pei Yibai pulled Song Weiyi to sit down, and next to Song Weiyi was Pei Chenyang's fiancée, Lin Miaoyu.
"Auntie." Song Weiyi greeted with a smile, and Lin Miaoyu nodded in return.
The focus shifted completely away from Lin Miaoyu to Song Weiyi, as both Fo Ziyu and Zhao Mo were extremely curious about her story with Pei Yibai, grinning and asking her how she managed to win over Pei Yibai.
"Uh, it was an accident."
