When the old lady and others turned their heads, they saw the young couple's hands clasped together.
They exchanged a glance and continued chatting with the old gentleman.
The old gentleman, having already explained everything clearly, was thinking, "Why are they still here?"
Shu Yu and Meng Yunzheng's wedding date was set for the twentieth of May next year.
Everything else is manageable and can be prepared slowly, but the guest list for the banquet is something Shu Yu needs to think about.
Just like the old lady said, whether people come or not is up to them, but such a joyful event must be delivered.
Unfortunately, after pondering for a long time, she still didn't know how to begin.
When Meng Yunzheng came in, he saw her scribbling messily on a piece of paper, with a few lines faintly visible at the top, but unclear.
He placed the peeled pomelo on the table, casually picked a segment and fed it to her, asking, "What are you doing?"
