"Hey guys, why does it always have to be you who remind me that my face is a bit too handsome just when I'm about to forget it?"
Zhao Rong asked sincerely.
Yu Huaijin nodded, no longer looking at this 'thick-skinned' guy; the others also chuckled good-naturedly, lightening the atmosphere.
Zhao Rong smiled, calmly putting down his teacup and showing no formality, "So, do you guys have anything else? If not, I'll be leaving first. If I don't go back soon, my wife will come to snatch me away." Still maintaining that serious thick-skin.
Yu Huaijin, the leader, glanced at the scattered invitations on the table without saying a word, looking as if he was settled, while some people in the crowd showed embarrassed expressions.
Zhao Rong looked around, and a classmate with a small mustache on his right softly asked, "What is Brother Ziyu going to do with these invitations?"
"Naturally, I plan to politely decline... Does Brother Gao have any other perspectives?"
