It was around dead in the night when the birthday celebration ended and everyone was too passed out to even lift even a single finger. Zhiyuan wanted to kick the guests out but Xinyi stopped him.
"They can stay the night here."
"What do you mean we should allow a bunch of drunkards to sleep in our home?"
"The drunkards are our family and they all came for Shui's birthday."
"Fine. But drunkards don't get respectable guest rooms. They sleep on uncomfortable couches!"
Her brow twitched.
So petty.
Just then Lin approached them, dropping a slight bow. "Thank you for inviting me tonight, Mr. Han. Mrs. Han. It was a great celebration. I will take my leave now."
Hiding behind a pillar, Shui was poking out her head, peeking into their conversation.
Zhiyuan nodded. "Good decision."
Dad! No! Shui inwardly protested. You should say the opposite!
