In the open space in front of the church, rows of white long tables were filled with various foods, available for guests to partake.
Fantian wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, which was no longer svelte, and considerately handed Xiao Qi some juice. Xiao Qi smiled faintly and said, "Today is really nice, look how much more handsome you are."
Fantian was wearing the suit Qianning had sent over for them, and just by standing there, he was an impressive talent. He leaned in close to Xiao Qi's ear and whispered, "You look very pretty today, too."
Although she was over seven months pregnant, Qianning had still taken care of her. Dressed by the designer, Xiao Qi could be just as enchanting and beautiful.
On the other side of the long table, Luo Haotian reached out to pick up a glass of red wine from the table surface, but his fingertips brushed something soft. Surprised, he turned to see a beautiful woman also trying to take the same glass.
