The woman called "Sister Hua" looked like she was just under thirty, but being mocked by Zhuang Yichen left her face twisted in anger. She wanted to scold back on the spot, but due to pride and upbringing, she couldn't get the words out. In the end, she could only glare hatefully at the backs of the newlyweds as they left.
Zhuang Yichen, like a peacock winning at a display contest, proudly raised her head and walked on tiptoes toward the long table by the pool, chattering nonstop:
"Husband~ I used my dad's connections this time to invite the master chef who cooks national banquets in the capital city. He flew over specially to prepare this dinner, so you must try it later~"
Saying this, she turned her head and found that although the person next to her wore a polite smile, it was clear the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Are you... angry?"
