Song Weiyi gave a faint smile, neither admitting nor denying.
From their perspective, she now looked radiant and glamorous, but she had been through a lot to get there, things that they couldn't even begin to imagine.
But that didn't matter anymore, since it was all in the past.
She picked up her glass and toasted her close friends. "Then here's to you guys finding a taller, richer, and more handsome boyfriend."
"You got it, hope that can happen." Xiao Xue nodded and filled Zhao Mengmeng's glass to the brim.
That's all alcohol...
Zhao Mengmeng felt overwhelmed at the sight, "I'm allergic to alcohol."
No sooner had she spoken than Mu An'an rolled her eyes in disdain. "Oh, please, since when? Who was it that could down a bottle of beer in one go?"
What do you call this? Slapping your own face.
Zhao Mengmeng instantly regretted her past bravado, "My body's been weak lately, I'm nursing my stomach, really."
"Do you think I believe you? Take a guess?"
Zhao Mengmeng "..."
