Yang Jiahui was genuinely happy. Even if the rest of the Yang Family felt jealous, they dared not show it.
The Yang Family was different from other families. They still followed a patriarchal structure, and no one dared to anger the person in charge.
"Hahaha, such fortune for the Yang Family, to marry Hongling."
Zeng Hongling kept her head down out of shyness. At this event, a shy smile was enough.
Today, Yang Liulang was the same as ever, but he had new clothes on, and that was the only difference.
"Uncle Zeng, we will be family from now on."
Zeng Yaozu was all smiles. He hadn't expected his granddaughter to agree. He was genuinely satisfied with the Yang Family. And Yang Liulang was indeed a good kid.
Even though there was no formal ceremony, the food was prepared as a formal engagement banquet.
First came the fruit tea, which was appetizing just to look at. However, very few people actually ate at such events.
