His fingers gently tapped the table, as Hu Xiaodong scanned each person with sharp eyes.
They were eyes hidden with bloodshot lines, from which Tang Xiaoquan read a trace of loneliness and sadness.
"Hmm, ahem!" Clearing his throat softly, Hu Xiaodong slowly stood up, raised the glass in his hand, and said with a low voice: "Since everyone wants me to say a few words, I'll say a few words."
"Wu Chao is right, we Chinese value feelings when drinking, so this first glass is for..."
His voice suddenly trembled, and Hu Xiaodong couldn't suppress a sob. Although he tried hard to control his emotions, the sudden pain still caused a few tears to fall from his eyes.
As he spoke up to this point, the living room fell silent, and even Wang Qiang, who was opening a can, sensibly stopped what he was doing.
Perhaps guessing what Hu Xiaodong wanted to say, Tang Xiaoquan pondered briefly then stood up.
