Everyone looked at me and I looked at them, all knowing that Raydeep had no children. The only one he treated like a son was Oliver Bloom, comparing Claire Wells to a daughter-in-law made her blush bright red.
Raydeep lifted his head and gave Chance Walker a hearty punch.
Everyone laughed together, not knowing who started it, they began singing a birthday song, a chaotic, off-key tune eventually turning into a Huangmei opera. Oliver Bloom watched them, laughing all the while, downing glass after glass of alcohol in his hand.
A warm summer breeze was the easiest to capture one's heart.
The smell of fireworks drifting from not far away, accompanied by the joyful sounds and laughter of the young men, left Elise Don in a daze for a long while.
Oliver Bloom's waist gradually bent down, indicating he was drunk.
Elise Don finally couldn't remain indifferent.
