"Don't mind me. Just have your toast. Better get drunk so I can contact the factory to make figures after you immediately! It'll be great!"
"Aw, stop it you," Su Cheng blushed as he tapped Yunting's back, "I know I'm handsome but it's still embarrassing for you to say it out loud in front of your girl!"
Huo Yunting sipped his juice, "Don't be silly. It's not your face. I'm making figures after…a particular part of yours," said he suggestively as he glanced at Cheng's crotch.
Lu Zhaoyang gasped as her pupils could return down from her eye roll.
Su Cheng froze for a few seconds before he jumped screaming, "For F*ck's sake, Huo Yunting, this is a formal occasion." He intuitively covered his crotch, retracted his hand again as finding his gesture more humiliating than Brother Ting's remark. He then whistled, looked away and drank his wine.