Song Niaoniao looked at him with annoyance, "Didn't you just say that no one could enter without an invitation?"
Ning Wanrong had an apologetic smile on his face, "This is the old Zhou Family master's idea, indeed no one is supposed to get in without an invitation..."
"Enough already," Song Niaoniao interrupted, "Using your power to bully others!"
Ning Wanrong: "..."
This damned girl!
Meanwhile, Bo Jinlan had already arrived on the third floor.
He held his phone, continuously calling Jiang Yaoyao, but no one answered.
As time reached 6 o'clock sharp, the wedding was about to start.
The man stopped in his tracks and dialed a number, "Where are you now?"
The man's voice over the phone was lazy and relaxed, "In Liyuan, accompanying the old master to watch a play."
The background was filled with the squeals and squawks of Peking opera.