"Lu San, coming to Zuiye tonight? Even though you've been married for almost two years, tonight, us buddies still have to send you off to your grave!"
It was Han Zhen.
Lu Ziheng looked up, glanced at the glaringly red bridal chamber, and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll drag you guys into the grave with me?"
Han Zhen laughed heartily on the other end, "Hurry up, everyone's here, except for the eldest brother. We're not missing a single one, I'm telling you."
Lu Ziheng replied, "It's too late, I'm not going."
It was already 10 p.m., and he had to get up at 7 a.m. the next day.
"No matter how late, you have to come over tonight. You're getting married tomorrow, so you must be too excited to sleep, right?"
Lu Ziheng: "..."
In fact, he wasn't so excited that he couldn't sleep.
But...
He was indeed a bit excited.
He raised an eyebrow and finally relented, "Wait for me, I'll be right there."
"All right, we'll have the drinks ready for you."
