At this moment, inside the Shen Family's villa in Hangcheng, Shen Junteng sat in his chair. He had been furious about the missed opportunity with the welfare institute's demolition, but upon hearing his son Shen Zhao's report, his anger instantly turned to elation.
Shen Junteng's eyes widened in excitement. "Are you sure? Miss Lin is really willing to attend your wedding and even send a gift!?"
"Yes. After I gladly gave her the demolition rights to the welfare institute, she agreed without a second thought," Shen Zhao replied, equally excited. "Once the news gets out that Miss Lin is attending my wedding, surely eight or nine out of ten prominent figures in Hangcheng will come, if only out of respect for the Lin Family."
