But Nangong Ruyue definitely can't come. Not to mention she's pregnant, even if she weren't, she still couldn't come.
Jian Yufei was already quite satisfied that the others could make it.
Before Mo Lan and the others arrived, they had already informed Jian Yufei.
Ruan Tianling had sent a car to the airport early to pick them up.
Everyone coming to his wedding now is an esteemed guest, so, of course, he welcomed them warmly.
...
Jian Yufei and the others didn't go to the airport to pick them up; Ruan Tianling wouldn't let her go since going back and forth would exhaust her easily.
By noon, Mo Lan and the others had arrived.
They were respectfully invited into the living room by the servants.
Mo Lan was the first to walk in, wearing a white coat, white boots, with her hair in a ponytail, looking very energetic.
Actually, it hadn't been that long since they'd last seen each other, just over a month. But when Jian Yufei saw them, it felt like a long-awaited reunion.
