Zhao Jingrong spoke with a hint of smugness.
Mo Qishen glanced at his watch, "Thanks for the offer, but I already have better arrangements."
Zhao Jingrong continued, "Uncle Six, we're family, no need to be so formal with me. Although Yang Ziyue isn't as famous as Shengdu Tai, it's still one of the top hotels in Beijing. Marriage is no small matter; you can't just pick any hotel."
Besides Shengdu Tai and Yang Ziyue, there's also Guose Tianxiang, which is quite famous, but it doesn't host weddings.
And...
Mo Qishen is just a useless guy; what good hotel can he find?
Old Master Mo chimed in, "I think Jingrong makes sense. Let's go with Yang Ziyue. The last time, the Zhou family's son's wedding was held there."
"Dad, you don't need to worry about it. I promise the wedding day won't embarrass you."
Old Master Mo said, "I'm worried that Yangyang will suffer! I really can't understand why such a good girl like Yangyang would fancy a rascal like you!"
