"Jingjing," Tan Weiwei called out to Tan Jingjing in the hallway, "the wedding banquet is about to end. Can you do me a favor later?"
Tan Jingjing had just come out from vomiting in the restroom.
She really had drunk herself into a stupor.
If it hadn't been for Yan Nansheng returning around six and helping block some of the toasts, she would have considered it a miracle that she lasted until now.
When she heard Tan Weiwei's words, her eyes squinted and her cheeks were flushed, her brow deeply furrowed, "Sis, what favor?"
Tan Weiwei pulled out her phone with a smile, "I'll send you a video. In a while, you go onstage, call Ran Yu, and play this video for her via live connection. It'll definitely give her and her husband a surprise."
Tan Jingjing instinctively refused, "Let's not do that. Xiaoyu must be in the bridal chamber with her husband right now. It won't be nice to disturb them."
