Everyone stood up with their drinks, and Meng Jingyi looked at the Sprite in her glass, reluctantly raising it.
People exchanged wishes, drank, chatted, and enjoyed the spicy hotpot—it was incredibly satisfying.
Meng Jingyi ate and listened, gazing at the familiar faces and laughter, thinking how wonderful it is to be alive!
The servant refilled the drinks again, and at this moment, Zhu Zhu leaned over, "Why are you drinking juice?"
Meng Jingyi glared at Xiao Heng, cleverly shifting the blame, "Mom and Dad won't let me drink, they say I'm still young."
"You're already 18, what are you afraid of?" Zhu Zhu snatched the bottle from the servant, "Let me pour you some. Trust me, Sprite with wine tastes great. When your sister was here, we used to love drinking it like this."
Meng Jingyi had no time to stop her; Zhu Zhu poured more than half a glass, its rosy color looked so tempting.
