Xiu Yingying laughed and said, "Aunt, I was just joking with you. How could I not attend my cousin's sixth uncle's wedding!"
Even Mr. Mog himself is making an appearance!
Of course, she had to go.
She had come to Beijing all these years precisely for Mr. Mog.
But why was Mr. Mog arranging cars to pick people up? Could it be that Mr. Mog and Mo Qishen were good friends?
That didn't seem likely, right?
How could someone like a useless nobody have a connection with such a prominent figure?
Most likely, Mr. Mog was giving face to the Mo Family.
Stepping outside.
One could see more than twenty luxurious business cars lined up along the road. Every single car was an imported foreign model, worth a fortune — something the Mo Family's wealth alone couldn't afford!
Even though Zhao Jingrong came from a wealthy family too, she was still stunned by the sight before her.
