Feng Huaimu smiled slightly, nodded, "Hmm, I can."

Su Li heard this and turned to look at Feng Huaijin, her eyes holding an indiscernible meaning.

Feng Huaijin’s brow twitched slightly. Yes, he was allergic to alcohol, but Feng Huaimu wasn’t.

Su Li thought for a moment, guessing that maybe one brother inherited from their mother and the other from their father? She didn’t pay much attention to it.

The two of them walked into the engagement party, with Su Li holding a glass of red wine, and suddenly she lowered her voice to ask, "Huaijin, where did you put your son?"

There was no sign of Tuanzi in the whole venue, no one knew where the child had run off to.

Feng Huaijin furrowed his brows slightly and replied softly, "I asked Xiao Heng to look outside. Don’t worry, he can’t get out."

This is a high-end restaurant, and the area within five hundred meters was booked. If the waitstaff see a young child without an adult, they would keep an extra eye on them and wouldn’t let them leave their sight.

As they were whispering about Tuanzi, they saw Mo Si Huang putting down a gift, preparing to leave the engagement party through the back door.

A low-key family walked into the venue, and a graceful middle-aged man gently supported an elegant middle-aged woman as they entered. Beside them was a foreign man with high-bridged nose and deep-set eyes. This family looked not only harmonious but also quite in tune with each other.

Andre adjusted his attire and said to his adoptive parents, "Father, Mother, shall we go and meet the stars of tonight’s engagement party?"

Before the adoptive father could answer, the noble and graceful middle-aged woman replied softly, "Andre, you go yourself. We’ll just watch from here."

Hearing this, Andre momentarily paused, his gaze turned towards Su Li, who was holding a glass and smiling radiantly at her future husband, and let out a deep breath, having no choice but to go over by himself.

This adoptive mother of his, after all, that is her biological daughter, and now at her engagement party, she doesn’t even want to take the initiative to meet her?

As Andre walked toward Su Li and Feng Huaijin, the middle-aged man standing by the window asked his wife softly, "Lan Qing, after all, she is your biological daughter. Why don’t we... go meet her?"

The woman watched as Andre went up to say hello and Su Li’s bright smile. Her purple near-black eyes suddenly ached sharply, and her fingernails dug deeply into her palm as she insisted, "She... is a stain in my life, I don’t want to see her. I came to this engagement party not for this daughter, but for..."

"For me?" a light male voice suddenly sprang up.

Sheng Lanqing and the middle-aged man were both startled. Sheng Lanqing’s body stiffened for quite a while before slowly turning toward where the voice originated from.

Mo Yu stood upright, elegant as a snow pine standing unyielding among snowy peaks. His deep-set eyes looked toward the couple, seemingly capable of seeing through time and years.

Sheng Lanqing looked and held her breath, her trembling lips finally squeezing out a word, "Mo... Mo Yu."

If it weren’t for her one-time close friend, now Madam Feng, meddling, perhaps she would have already been with Mo Yu, and their children would already be adults.

Had she not missed Mo Yu, she wouldn’t have met her true love in this life.

She had already moved on, yet Mo Yu still stood his ground, as if waiting for her.

Mo Yu stepped forward, his usually calm voice trembling slightly, "You, you finally came! Your eyes! Are your eyes okay?"