Song Yu chimed in with perfect timing, "That's right, no one's leaving today until we're all drunk."
Soon, dozens of bottles of beer were laid out on the coffee table, and everyone raised their glasses, "Happy birthday to our star of the day!"
"Happy birthday!"
After the toast, Wang Yuqi and Tan Weiwei were frolicking around, their laughter unceasing.
Seeing this scene, Pan An approached Song Yu and arched an eyebrow, whispering, "Can you handle that chick?"
Song Yu chuckled, "Of course, it's a must. With both of our combined 'dual sword' tactics, we're bound to win her over."
"That confident?"
"Haven't you noticed? Yuqi's really down, always forcing a smile. There seems to be a faint sadness between her brows."
"I noticed."
Song Yu analyzed seriously, "That's it then. You know the saying, 'strike while the iron is hot.' Regardless of whether she has a boyfriend, when she's sad and vulnerable, it's your chance to show some warmth, and most likely, you'll touch her heart."