Jiang Mian saw Fu Sichen dressed in traditional Chinese attire for the first time, the sharp and distinguished aura usually surrounding him in suits had faded, giving him a more leisurely young master look.
Jiang Mian nodded lightly, "Okay."
The two of them then walked out with everyone surrounding them into the living room, where Old Lin and Ms. Jiang were sitting in front of the sofa.
At this moment, Lin Shengqiang's eyes were still red. Ms. Jiang handed him a tissue, "Our daughter is getting married, and here you are, crying like this."
Some of the cameramen and staff, knowing about the forceful tactics Chairman Lin of Lin Group had executed in his youth, found it hard to reconcile that image with the teary man before them.
"Old Lin, your daughter has been married for a while now, and you're still crying."
It was as if his own father was crying like it was the first day his daughter left home.
