Looking at the crowd coming in, Qiao Lian frowned. None of the attendants had come to help.
Her expression darkened.
She knew that this was Mei Feng's doing.
But most of the people who were seated knew Xia Yehua. When they saw her standing there and no one attending them, they started to whisper to each other. Some of the remarks they made could be heard:
"Eh, why is she here?"
"Shen Zihao is her son after all, why shouldn't she be here?"
"But how embarrassing. Look, she's standing there and no one's attending her."
"And she's quite pitiful. Look at the Shen family's wedding and look at her. Really, she ought to be the one attending us."
"…"
Every word, every sentence caused Qiao Lian's expression to turn darker. She clenched her fists. Then she saw Shen Liangchuan narrowing his eyes, he was about to stride away somewhere. At once, Xia Yehua held him back and said in a low voice, "Liangchuan, don't create a scene."
