At this moment, the banquet was coming to an end, and Li Dingjian's face was flushed from drinking.
He was recounting amusing stories from Fang Cheng's childhood in a half-drunken tone, making Zhou Xiumei and Wen Xin laugh incessantly.
Seeing Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe enter, Li Biyun couldn't help but smile and shared another embarrassing story about her precious son.
Fang Cheng felt rather helpless, burying himself in finishing off the leftover dishes.
Wasting food, after all, is a great sin.
In the blink of an eye, it was almost nine o'clock.
Tomorrow, those who need to work will work, those who need to attend school will go to school, and Fang Cheng will also attend follow-up interviews.
The group did not linger any longer, tidied up, and got ready to leave.
The corridor of Wangjiang Building was covered with a thick, dark red carpet, silent to tread upon.
Famous paintings hung on the walls, and the warm yellow wall lights cast a luxurious splendor over everything.
"Hic—"
