"Daddy, Mommy, how did Chen Chen do just now?"
At the dining table, Mo Xiaochen's tender face pouted as she asked Mo Han and Luo Ning.
Mo Han chuckled, "Chen Chen was fantastic just now, looks like our family has a little model in the making."
Luo Ning also had a tender smile, stroking her daughter's head with visible affection in her eyes.
As the wedding progressed, it soon came to the part where the bride and groom's family toasted the guests.
Peng Ye and his wife, as elders, naturally toasted first, but although they went from table to table, they were clearly distracted, as if hiding some worries.
By the time it was Mo Han's table, their expressions noticeably changed, they dared not speak, only giving Mo Han angry glances—if it wasn't for this guy, their Peng Family wouldn't have suffered such a disaster.
"Ahem!"
