Their gazes met, Jun Xiangyi smiled at him, but Xu Mohan turned his face away and ignored her friendly smile.
What's wrong with him?
Jun Xiangyi was puzzled and continued eating.
After the Heavenly King arrived, everyone began to present their gifts.
Jun Xiangyi presented the gifts prepared by Feng Qinglian one by one, "Daughter wishes father a happy birthday and boundless longevity."
Seeing her belly so large, the Heavenly King softened his voice, "Don't kneel, stand up."
Mother Jun, knowing the estrangement between father and daughter, tried to mediate, "Is this wine homemade?"
Jun Xiangyi said as instructed by Feng Qinglian, "Yes, daughter brewed it by hand."
"You can brew wine?"
"Learned it out of boredom."
"In that case, let your father have a good taste." Mother Jun opened one bottle and poured a cup for the Heavenly King, "Your daughter's goodwill."
The Heavenly King lifted the cup and drank it all in one gulp, then said, "Not bad, you are thoughtful."
