Feng Wu curved her lips into a fake smile, "Today is the 23rd, the banquet starts at 7 PM the day after tomorrow. You have to be on time, or all the good food will be gone."
"Oh, I got it." Wen Meimei grabbed the invitation and slammed the door shut forcefully.
Bang—
Feng Wu was left with a loss of face, furious enough to want to hit someone.
Damn bitch, just you wait and see!
...
Wen Meimei walked into the living room with the invitation, casually tossed it onto the table, and went to sit at the dining table.
Bu Qingqing curiously asked, "Madam, who came over?"
The security setup at Qiaohao Garden was very tight, so anyone who managed to come knocking must be someone familiar.
Wen Meimei absent-mindedly said, "Good food, I want good food..."
Bu Qingqing: "..."
Madam, spare me.
After preparing all the dishes, Bu Qingqing went into the living room and picked up the invitation to read.
"Feng's Ten Year Anniversary..."
