What a heroine she is.
Zheng Qing raised the wine bottle, "Cheers."
The farce was successfully settled.
Aunt Hong waved her hand: "I'm a woman of my word, and you all know me well. I welcome those who come to support me with open arms, but I won't tolerate troublemakers."
Her tone suddenly became heavier, and she glanced meaningfully at Zhang Zhao.
Zhang Zhao's heart jumped involuntarily, and he nervously shrank his shoulders.
Zheng Qing hooked her lips, staring at the woman's enchanting figure, "Aunt Hong..."
Ming Jing lowered her gaze, lightly saying, "An old acquaintance."
Zheng Qing raised an eyebrow in surprise, "You know her?"
Ming Jing smiled, her eyes in the flickering light, like a thick fog.
"Isn't she your old acquaintance?"
Zheng Qing clicked her tongue, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you."
Aunt Hong walked forward a few steps, laughing, "Our Yueyue is a bit shy, don't tease her, Yueyue. I remember you like singing, why don't you sing a song for everyone?"