As expected, Qin bei's expression became more and more discontented. If it weren't for su qingying and su guoxiong's face, he would have already slapped them.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a little off, su qingying quickly broke the awkwardness and said with a smile, ""What's everyone doing? Come and sit."
"Qin bei, let's sit."
Su qingying pulled on Qin bei's sleeve, signaling him not to mind.
Only then did Qin bei's cold gaze ease a little.
At the dinner table, su guoxiong took out a bottle of old wine that he had kept for many years and wanted to drink to his heart's content with his old friend.
After three rounds of wine, the two of them gradually opened up their conversation.