It was Mo Qianyan tapping his glass that drew everyone's attention.
He struggled to stand up on one leg.
Bai Zhilan, beside him, quickly reached out to steady him with a worried look.
Raising his glass towards the crowd, Mo Qianyan said, "Dad, Mom, all uncles, aunts, and cousins. I, Mo Qianyan, am really lucky to be dining with you all today."
"I know everyone has been concerned about me these past days, and I thank you all for that. However, the person I want to thank the most is..."
Mo Qianyan deliberately dragged out his words.
But the answer was obvious.
Lu Yinfeng felt her face flush with heat, instinctively clutching at Mo Nanze's sleeve.
Under the table, Mo Nanze quietly brushed her hand away.
Lu Yinfeng was taken aback.
"...Lu Yinfeng, thank you," Mo Qianyan finally completed the rest of his sentence.
The room fell silent.
Mo Yining, with a stern face, wanted to remind Mo Qianyan but was held back by Lin Yue.