Zhou Kunshui was at a loss for words for a moment.
Seeing this, the crowd began to jeer.
"Kunshui, why the daze? Can't handle a loss?"
"Your wife Lianhua is going to accompany someone into the bridal chamber tonight, you can't back out now, everyone here is a witness."
Zhou Kunshui felt the pressure mounting, sweating profusely. He glanced awkwardly at Lei Lianhua, then hung his head, not daring to look at Wang Xiaoshuai.
Wang Xiaoshuai knew Zhou Kunshui couldn't afford to lose and didn't want to make it difficult for him.
Today was his and Zhao Xiaoya's joyful day, and he didn't want this to put a damper on it.
"Kunshui, let it go. I don't want to let this affect my mood," Wang Xiaoshuai said.
Wang Xiaoshuai stepped forward, surveyed the crowd, and said, "Today is a day of great joy for me. I'm honored by your presence."
"Folks, let's get ready to eat!"
"What happened just now was just Kunshui jesting with everyone, it doesn't count. I give up," Wang Xiaoshuai added.