negotiation settled, everyone went back to their homes, leaving Mu Hengqing to stand alone in the dining room. The expensive wine bottles were still lying on the table, the red liquid half-drunk, as if symbolizing the half-heartedness of the dinner. Mu Hengqing stared blankly at the wall, his mind full of confusion and frustration.

Just when he was about to leave, his phone rang. He picked up the phone and saw a familiar number. He hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Hey, what's up?" Mu Hengqing asked.

"It's me, Yan Yue," the voice on the other end said.

Mu Hengqing's face showed a hint of surprise. He hadn't expected to hear from Yan Yue so soon after the dinner.

"What's up? Did you have a good time at the dinner?" Mu Hengqing asked.

Yan Yue chuckled. "How could I have a good time? I was the only one who showed up on time. Everyone else was late, and my mom was almost in tears because she was so angry about the相亲 arrangements."

Mu Hengqing couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry, but that's not my fault. You're the one who made the decision to go on the相亲."