He kept trying to stand up, wanting to leave his seat, but the makeup artists always stopped him. Feeling helpless, he could only turn to Qin Mu and say, "Xiao Qin, go outside and see if the guests have arrived yet. Should I start preparing to greet them?"
Behind him, Qin Mu, who had been by his side the whole time, couldn't help but roll his eyes. "It's only nine o'clock. The banquet doesn't start until twelve."
Today was Zhang Qingyuan and Feng Cuihua's wedding day. Qin Mu's job was simple: to take care of the two elderly people throughout the event and prevent any accidents. After all, they were both over seventy-five and not as vigorous as younger folks.
