He Mingzhu's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
What was she expecting? To meet the strikingly handsome and well-born Lu Heng? Knowing her true nature, Lu Qingqing couldn't be bothered to think deeper or to respond.
It was Zhao Lin who laughed, "I am Zhao Lin, the maid of honor today, no need for Qingqing to introduce me!"
After speaking, she turned to He Mingzhu with a slight smile, her expression radiant, "The bride should be toasting with the groom soon, I should go accompany her. Miss He, shouldn't you also return to your seat and wait?"
But He Mingzhu suddenly sat down, her smile brimming with warmth, "I'm sitting with my sister, it's more convenient to talk."
Even though Fu Yisheng and Lu Qingqing were seated far enough away from the high-ranking tables, nobody dared to relegate them to an obscure corner, so their current position was much more eye-catching than those of the He family's old relatives.
