So What If We’re Village Folk

The mood in the wedding hall was festive.

Guests were still streaming in. They were all dressed up lavishly to flaunt their riches. It was a big contrast with Tang Hao.

As more and more guests arrived, the hall became more packed. Tang Hao's table was in the middle of the hall, which was already full.

Tang Hao and Shi Dazhu chatted as they sat there waiting.

Their aunt, Wang Guifen, came around.

She wore a wide smile on his face as she walked around greeting the incoming guests.

"Oh, Boss Liu, you're here! Long time no see! How's business?"

"Isn't this Boss Hu? Oh, he's your grandson? He's so cute! He'll be a handsome young man after he grows up. Many girls will like him!"

The guests also returned the greetings with smiles.

"Your family is blessed! You have an outstanding son, and he's marrying a beautiful and diligent wife! I'm so envious!"

The guests' greetings were flattering. However, they were also sincere.