Hearing from his mom that his dad had been drinking, Zhang Hao wasn't surprised at all, given that today was a day of great joy.
They had traveled from far off to celebrate, and if they hadn't had a single drop of alcohol, it would have seemed a bit unreasonable.
However, Zhang Hao knew very well that when his dad had too much to drink, he'd just lie down and sleep.
He never did anything inappropriate when drunk, so it wasn't unforgivable for him to drive them back home.
At least driving was much more bearable than staying there any longer.
If they didn't leave soon, Zhang Hao really felt that they would be in danger.
Perhaps agreeing to let He Qianhui be a bridesmaid had been a mistake from the start.
The village where the groom was from might have people who were rough but straightforward.
This wasn't the first time Zhang Hao had felt a gaze, a malicious gaze fleeting across him.