Seeing Qiao Yuetong did not object, Feng Yuyue became even more presumptuous.
Han Yingying hurriedly took out her phone, snapping photos with joy.
Yeah, she should be able to earn another bag from this.
"Yingying, let me." Shen Mosheng proactively took over the phone, "Holding it up is tiring."
Han Yingying was extremely pleased with his initiative and confidently handed it over to him, happily eating her food.
Having such a gentle and considerate husband is truly a blessing.
Just as Han Yingying was eating happily, Ling Wuxie and Ling Xuexue came over, holding wine glasses.
Ling Wuxie had clearly drunk a lot; his eyes already had a hint of tipsy charm.
Ling Xuexue, however, had not touched a drop, holding the wine and cheerfully standing beside him to pour for him.
"Shen Mosheng, Han Yingying, this cup is for you and Xuexue to toast you," he said.
Shen Mosheng immediately put down the phone and picked up a tea cup, "Yingying and I will drink tea instead of alcohol."