Seeing Weilan speak like that, Mr. Qiao turned his gaze towards Lu Hechen.
Lu Hechen smiled slightly and said, "Dad, it's okay."
"If you haven't bullied her, how could she cry?" Mr. Qiao was also puzzled. "Hechen, our Weilan usually doesn't like to cry."
Weilan said, "Dad, there's nothing wrong between Brother Hechen and me, he's really good to me. I was just a bit emotional today, don't worry, everything is fine."
"Good to know it's nothing." Mr. Qiao didn't want to meddle too much in the children's affairs. Looking at his daughter, son-in-law, son... and Master Zhuang sitting there, he couldn't help but feel a sense of regret.
How wonderful it would be if Master Zhuang were a woman.
But things are as they are, never completely satisfying one's desires.
Mr. Qiao didn't dwell on it and, after scanning everyone's faces, suggested, "Today, as we are all gathered, I propose a toast."
So, everyone raised their glasses.
Weilan was drinking tea, using it as a substitute for wine.
