Third Young Master left with Song Wanqiu on his shoulders, and Song Wanqiu cast a vicious glance at Lin Zhiyi.
She knew Song Wanqiu harbored resentment again.
Lin Zhiyi turned her head in confusion toward Chen Huan.
"What are you talking about?"
"Zhiyi, sorry, I drank too much and made a joke. Don't take it to heart."
Chen Huan's cheeks were flushed red; she indeed drank quite a bit.
Lin Zhiyi couldn't possibly take drunk words seriously and merely pursed her lips without saying more.
Everyone drank to their heart's content, some letting their true selves show.
Chen Huan staggered to her feet and said, "I'm new here, so let me toast to my seniors."
After she finished, she tilted her head back and emptied her glass, then inverted the cup to show everyone.
The others then looked at Lin Zhiyi.
Reluctantly, she stood up, raised her glass, and said, "I toast to everyone too."