Cheng Qiaobei chose a restaurant surrounded by huge floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides. He had reserved a spot near the beach. As night fell, bonfires lit up on the beach, and the music and the cheerful crowd attracted Chen Ningxi and her group. They saw people proposing by the firelight, with onlookers clapping and congratulating while holding up their phones to take pictures.
Lin Hanrui looked at the young couple who had successfully proposed and suddenly felt emotional. However, before he could finish speaking, his voice came to an abrupt halt, "Today's youngsters really know how to be romantic. Back in the day, we..."
Uh...
The smile on his face froze instantaneously, glancing back at Cheng Qiaobei. The latter pressed his wine glass to his lips, gazing coolly at him, slowly sipping the red wine.
In Lin Hanrui's eyes, Cheng Qiaobei was not drinking wine, but his blood.
Old Cheng, spare me!