Jia Xiufang arranged ten tables for the entrance banquet, and all the guests were relatives.
Without Chen Lin, the atmosphere was a bit odd, but no matter what, Qian became the focus of today.
Following Jia Xiufang from table to table, chatting and accepting congratulations from everyone, some sincere, some insincere, Qian went over each relative who came in her mind.
Actually, most of their family members were the kind that weren't particularly good or bad. They would visit when something came up, but weren't too close when nothing was happening. There weren't many who could be relied upon, but truly shameless ones were also rare. Only the second uncle's family seemed like that in Qian's memory.
