The sky was clear and sunny on the second day of February.
Early in the morning, Song Xiufeng began selecting clothes and ended up wearing a silver-gray suit with a white shirt inside, accentuated by a bright red silk tie.
Rather uncommonly, he left his cane behind and wore a Patek Philippe on his wrist to easily check the time.
Perhaps it was telepathy, or they had communicated beforehand, but Ning Anping was dressed in a bright red silk embroidered cheongsam, with light makeup. Her skin was snow-white, her face lovely, and she looked refined and elegant.
Besides the pink diamond ring on her finger, there was also a string of smooth, round, mirror-like pearl necklace hanging around her neck, which only added to her dignified presence.
Lu Qingqing couldn't stop praising them, "Dad, you look so handsome today, and Mom, you are truly beautiful! 'A talented man and a beautiful woman are a match made in heaven'—that phrase must have been written for my parents. Congratulations!"
