This was an event truly worth celebrating, so the atmosphere was incredibly warm.
Everyone took turns toasting to Song Boyuan, congratulating him.
Song Boyuan's hand wasn't badly injured, just a couple of tiny cuts on his fingertips that oozed a trace of blood, nothing serious, fixed with a couple of adhesive bandages.
He drank with everyone who toasted him, not a big drinker but never one to refuse.
And usually, he was a man with no expression, but at this moment, there was a subtly noticeable smile on his face.
Glass after glass of red wine went down.
"I'll drink," said Song Boyuan. "I'll drink as much as there is, Qiaoqiao's share, I'll drink it too, I'm happy inside."
The New Year's Eve dinner began with such joyous news.
After eating for a while, Song Boyuan left his seat to go to the restroom and took a while to return.
