"Ling Tian, kneel down!"
Father-in-law Lin Guoqiang's voice exploded in the banquet hall like thunder, and everyone's eyes fell on me. The sounds of people drinking and drinking stopped, even the background music was deliberately cut off, and the entire hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
I held the cup of tea and tightened my fingers slightly.
This is no ordinary cup of tea. The tea is old, the water is lukewarm, and there are still lipstick marks on the rim of the cup - Lin Guoqiang's mistress Zhang Yanhong just took a sip deliberately, then handed it to me and said, "Come on, since you are Wan'er's husband, even if you are half a son of the Lin family, it shouldn't be too much to toast me with a drink, right?"
The whole audience burst into laughter.
