The dishes are served.
Mu Zhi got a bottle of wine and poured a glass for Cheng Zhirang and Zhou Jilin.
"Jiling still has to drive home, so just a sip will do. Xiao Cheng, can you drink?"
Cheng Zhirang placed a separately fried egg in Mu Qiu's bowl, sat down, and nodded, "I can drink a little, Uncle."
He sat together with Mu Qiu, the ring on his left hand and the diamond ring on Mu Qiu's hand close together, which was dazzling to look at.
Mu Zhi's intention to be objective was immediately lost.
Someone stirring up his precious cabbage is never a good person.
The chopsticks had barely moved before the back-and-forth at the dining table began.
"Xiao Cheng, does your parents know about your proposal?" Mu Zhi asked.
Cheng Zhirang was always very earnest when answering questions from elders, listening carefully before responding seriously, making him seem very sincere.
