Fortunately, my brother and Fang Qiao didn't talk about my return in the main hall.
A meal with my father present, if it doesn't last two hours, he wouldn't be Ye Weijun. At least half of the family's alcohol jar goes down with seven or eight people.
These people are really something. Just coming to discuss a marriage, yet so many people showed up, all of them men. Not a single woman from the bride's side came. This isn't a meeting; it's just an excuse to freeload.
The meal dragged on until past three, everyone left drunk and out of sorts. They couldn't even walk steadily. Ye Rong had to accompany Fang Qiao to send them off.
As soon as the guests left, Qiu Hualan didn't dare go to the main hall. Her legs were trembling.
No doubt, as soon as she steps into the living room, Ye Weijun will surely start smashing bottles on her.
"Lan Hua, Lan Hua, come over and clean up the room."
