C87 Difficult confusion

Everyone in the room remained silent. The teacup in Gu Shaoqiang's hand was slightly cold, and he finally raised his head. His gaze was calm and unhurried, his body slowly straightened from the sofa, and his voice became auspicious.

It's a feast tonight, so there's no need to be polite, just randomly order some, fly in the sky, you're so lucky tonight