After hearing Yun Bixue's words, Ling Nanchen turned to look at Xie Limo. When he saw that Xie Limo's expression was the same as usual, he finally opened his mouth to say, "Okay. Brother, let me give you a toast. Where's the wine? Is there wine in your house?"
Yun Bixue was startled. There wasn't any wine at home.
Xie Limo said dryly, "She can't take alcohol. If you wish to make a toast, wait for the marriage ceremony." He didn't want his wife to drink too much and harm her body; that was why they don't have any alcoholic drinks at home.
Ling Nanchen's peach flower eyes widened when he heard the word 'marriage.' He looked gravely at Xie Limo as though he wanted to say something.
Xie Limo kicked him under the table. "If you have anything you want to say, just say it. There are no outsiders here."