Old Man Cheng's guess was spot-on.
After the friends of Jiang Li and a few others arrived, there had been no movement at the Jiang Family's door for quite a while.
Every ten minutes, Old Man Cheng would stand on the balcony to take a look.
Seeing the same three cars parked immovably at the Jiang Family's gate, he couldn't help but reveal a knowing smile.
It seemed the Jiang Family's banquet might not even fill three tables.
So, he immediately called his wife and children over.
"Let's go. We should go give Old Sir Jiang some support."
Old Man Cheng, with four people in tow, marched right up to the Jiang Family's doorstep.
Jiang Li saw them coming from a distance.
A glance at their casual attire, and he knew their intention.
He had always heard that his grandfather didn't get along with this family, and now he saw it was true.
They were here for a banquet, yet dressed so casually.
What else could this be but crashing the party?
