It's very busy outside, and many different conversations could be heard vaguely.
Leng Zhiyuan reached out her hand and quietly lifted a corner of the red veil to look at the living room downstairs. Many people were gathered to offer their well wishes. Her father and elder brother were standing in the middle of the room, talking to Zhou Yao.
Zhou Yao and her wore the same bright red wedding outfit. The man was tall and had a good build. As he stood amongst the crowd in the living room, he was definitely the most prominent and noticeable one. She did not know what he was talking about with her father and brother, but his eyes were lowered, and he had a small smile. His handsome and hard facial features showed some softness, exhibiting the coolness of a son from an aristocratic family.
Leng Zhiyuan snorted internally. This man certainly knew how to pretend. Once he took off his clothes, he behaved like a hooligan.
