"We don't really have much of a special connection, do we?" Hang Yishao nearly laughed himself breathless, and at last agreed to Qiu Zhi's tearful request to be his best man.
After squeezing through the door, Qiu Zhi caught sight of the two large aunties guarding the entrance, and his fatty liver started trembling as if it was trying to shift outside; when he attempted to make a move, he was pushed forward by the best man crew and Hang Yishao who had just arrived.
"Fatty, you've gotten fatter," Lin Ying didn't get it. Being from the same country, the moment she went abroad, she couldn't stop losing weight, while Qiu Zhi just kept putting it on.
Hang Yishao, with a bouquet in hand, quickly took stock of the situation in the apartment. Su Ziceng's apartment was roughly 130 square meters, decorated red and festive everywhere.
Lin Ying and Sister Mu were standing in the room, with the door tightly shut, from inside which could be heard the whispers of Su Ziceng, Jim, and others.
