Song Mohuan and Fang Xiaohui came to this table with their wine glasses. Reasonably, their toasts should start at this table.
They were accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Song.
"Grandmother, all the elders, we as the younger generation, offer you this toast. Thank you for attending our wedding; it truly honors us. Grandmother, this is a glass of wine. I know you don't like baijiu, so this wine is specially bought from France, very suitable for you, and also your favorite taste."
Song Mohuan hurried to show favor to the old lady. He had longed for his grandmother's affection for years.
Unfortunately, every time he returned to his grandmother, he received at most a few conventional greetings. Her attitude towards him was always lukewarm.
But Grandmother treated Song Moting differently, showering him with affection.
Before he didn't care; after all, even if grandparents didn't like him, he had the love of his parents, which was enough.
