"What?" Tang Weisheng had thought Wen Shuang was speaking to him.
Tan Li immediately shot him a pleading look. Even if Wen Shuang was not going to help, he hoped he would not cause trouble.
Wen Shuang opened his mouth, but in the end, only two words came out. "Nothing..."
After a glass of wine, the night wind suddenly picked up. Wen Shuang gradually felt his cheeks heating up and a layer of hot sweat forming on his back.
Tan Li was a chatterbox. Once he got talking, he never cared about the other person's expression. But since the topic was SpongeBob, Tang Weisheng's expression, though still faint, was at least not full of disgust. He even occasionally asked Tan Li a question or two. Wen Shuang dragged over a stool and sat beside them, unable to quite understand what they were discussing. SpongeBob blew up? Wasn't he underwater? What happened to Squidward and Mr. Krabs?
Wen Shuang shook his head, only to realize with a start that he had nearly toppled over!
Fuck! He looked at the glass beside him. What kind of alcohol is this? The aftereffects are terrifying!
Tang Wansu had hit a wall everywhere. Only a handful of wealthy wives unfamiliar with the situation were willing to exchange a few words with her. But once they learned tomorrow how Tang Wansu had obtained her position as the Xuan Household's madam, they likely would not be willing to speak to her again.
Seeing Tang Wansu approaching from afar, barely managing to maintain the smile on her face, Wen Shuang only found her pitiful. Why bother? Her status was something that could not bear the light of day. If Xuan Zhong had treasured her dearly, that might have offset some of the outside criticism. But from the moment