The time was 7:30, and the Li family villa was already teeming with people.
Mr. and Mrs. Li and the servants were busy running around; there were just too many people to recognize everyone.
At 7:45, Duan Shuyuan received a phone call and hurriedly instructed the butler, "Quick, go tell Xiao Yue, the wedding procession has already set off."
The butler dashed up to the second floor, and for a moment, the entire villa was in a flurry.
At 8:00 sharp, twenty-three cars entered the Shaded Pathway, all of them champagne-colored Rolls-Royces.
The elaborately wrought iron gates of the Li family slowly closed.
From the third-floor balcony in the back, Xi Luo gazed at the wedding cars outside the Shaded Boulevard, chuckled softly, and turned back, "Ladies, the cars have arrived, get ready."
Tang Yiting quickly jumped off the bed, swung the door shut, and locked it, "Qiaoqiao, you mustn't remind Master Yan in a bit."
