At the sight of Marc Gavin's ambiguous smile, Qian Jin felt like offering some sort of explanation but then he realized that it won't work even if he testified for himself. This uncle might conceive everything in a more amorous way.
"You don't need to force such an unwilling expression. I know that. Truly I do." Marc Gavin patted Qian Jin on the shoulder hard. "Even if you are full of beans, you need to keep some form of control tonight."
Qian Jin felt it necessary to speak for himself. For anything he might say, Marc Gavin would swear that he placed good faith in.
However, whether he believed in what Qian Jin said was more than evident.
Rosella was taking sips from the small wine bowl grasped in her hand as Gomez Jane was eating and dining quietly, showing no signs of unhappiness while Gabriella's expression was cloaked under her big mage hat. As for Lucifer Lucy? She was drinking happily with Marc Gavin, one round after another.
