Qin Zhengrong was tired of dealing with these fake situations, so he left it all to Qin Muxuan to handle, while he sat at the main table, drinking sullenly by himself.
Throughout the whole banquet, he barely smiled.
They said the banquet was thrown for him, but wasn't it really a deliberate move by his parents to strengthen connections with others? So everyone would know that the second house's tough times were over, and now he was the backbone of the second house.
Xiao Meiyu wasn't fragile this time either; she didn't wait to be discharged before coming to the banquet. Seeing her son with a constant gloomy face, she gently asked him what was wrong.
"Zhengrong, you're so unhappy, don't you like this kind of occasion?"
"No." Qin Zhengrong replied faintly.
