"Tingfeng, Youlin, thank you for today. We would have been overwhelmed with so many guests if you weren't here," Jiang Wenfang said with relief and gratitude. She had walked around the entire banquet hall before she walked back to Zhao Youlin and Mu Tingfeng.
Ling Ran, who was standing not far from Zhao Youlin and Mu Tingfeng, almost spat blood when he heard this! He was the one who was helping, okay? Didn't she see that all the people who wanted to toast the groom at the party were heading his way?"
'Just because I am the groom's best man, doesn't mean you can neglect my contribution! This is differential treatment!'
Zhao Youlin did not think Jiang Wenfang said anything wrong, as she humbly replied, "You are too polite, Aunt Wenfang. It is the least we could do."
Ling Ran was speechless. 'How could you accept her thanks so naturally and brazenly? Did you even think about how I feel about this?'
