In the banquet hall, Lance and Gu Zhiwei were still dining.
Because of Gu Zhixuan's little interruption, Gu Zhiwei's attitude toward Lance significantly improved. The two chatted casually while dining leisurely.
Gu Zhiwei had drunk too much. She looked at Lance, slightly tipsy, "You, you look like a pretty boy, but you're actually not bad."
Lance raised his hand to touch his face: How did he look like a pretty boy?
"My son looks a lot like you." Gu Zhiwei hiccuped from the alcohol, rested her cheek on one hand, and smiled at Lance, "Especially his eyes and nose. When I gave birth to him, I was floored by how handsome he was."
Lance: "..."
As far as he knew, when babies are just born, they're all small and wrinkly. How could he be as handsome as him?
