Tang Jinglun watched the hundreds of white pigeons fluttering into the sky and sighed inwardly. He felt as if Qiao Yuanjiang had stood him up. Just as he was feeling frustrated, something cold landed on his forehead—it was a dollop of pigeon droppings.
Tang Jinglun was in a messy state, and the nearby hostess couldn't help but giggle at his appearance, which made him even more infuriated.
Dong Changhao was right beside him and quickly pulled out some tissues to hand to him. While wiping his forehead, Tang Jinglun scolded, "What are you doing? Standing me up? Only you could think of something like this!"
Dong Changhao felt somewhat wronged. It wasn't me who stood you up, so why are you taking it out on me? Besides, it was Xu Chunliang who orchestrated the pigeon-release part of the ceremony.
Thinking of Xu Chunliang, Dong Changhao scanned the surroundings for him, noticing that Xu Chunliang was chatting with Xianhong Farm's president, Tong Guangsheng.
