As soon as the request for the wedding poem was made by the bride's family, the three roommates whom Xiao Fei had invited to act as his support instantly exchanged helpless glances with him.
"Brother Xiao, we're afraid we can't help you with this one."
"Agreed, agreed. I don't know anything about this wedding poem – the only thing I know is 'survi—'"
"Shut up!"
Laughing mischievously, the three guys stepped aside, leaving Xiao Fei exposed at the front.
Everyone in the house turned their gaze toward him.
The relatives of the bride's side, who were meeting Xiao Fei for the first time, couldn't hide their expressions of admiration.
"Handsome Xiao, Talented Xiao, surely you won't fail to deliver?"
Zhang Tiantian teased with a grin.
Today was a special occasion, one of the few times she could afford to joke around with Xiao Fei.
