Congratulations to Xiaowan on her wedding.
Gift: One Luo Clan Token, one Swiss Bank black card.
Signed: Luo Zhaofeng
Suddenly realizing that Luo Zhaofeng is Old Master Luo's name, Ye Wan was taken aback, "What token, where did you put it?"
Lu Changchuan stood up, held Ye Wan's hand, and headed towards the west wing.
There weren't many guests at yesterday's banquet, but each came as if they were moving house.
The most extravagant was Old Qin.
The Qin Family was just a courtyard wall away from the Lu family, but when Old Qin arrived, a truck followed behind.
An elderly man, still sturdy yet a bit slow in movement.
A truck that seemed to follow at a leisurely pace as if it had run out of fuel.
In the slowly rising sun, the steady old man and the rumbling truck made a scene so comical it looked like a comic strip.
The moment he saw it, Lu Changchuan almost thought Old Qin was bringing people to crash the event.
