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The butler said with a smile, "Please come inside, both of you. The kitchen is already preparing the meal, why don't you start by joining the master in the front hall for some tea?"
The named Ke Mingyu's expression was very constrained; he was not adept at handling such situations. As a less favored son from a collateral branch, he hardly had the chance to attend a proper, high-end banquet.
Not to mention the high threshold of the Zhou Family, just stepping inside made his legs go weak with nervousness.
Zhou Shan truly looked down on her husband's inability to present himself well; the disdain on her face was about to burst forth.
"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and go inside!" Zhou Shan was actually quite displeased about marrying Ke Mingyu.
After all, as the daughter of the illustrious Zhou Family, marrying a man like Ke Mingyu was beneath her status, no matter how it was viewed.
