The Wedding (7)

This was the man she so dearly loved. A man who she had loved for eight years, a man that she had not been able to forget.

The sort of pride that she felt for him was incomparable.

At this thought, she lifted her head, held Xia Yehua to support her, and then walked towards the entrance with the mother and son.

When Mei Feng and Shen Xiu, who were welcoming the guests, saw them, Qiao Lian caught a vicious glint that flashed momentarily in Mei Feng's eyes.

But the next moment, as if nothing had happened, the woman stepped forward with a big smile on her face and exclaimed, "Zihao's mother, you're here!"

Shen Xiu gave an icy snort and stood where he was without coming forward. The smiling face that he had worn just a moment ago had suddenly turned gloomy.

Ignoring him, Mei Feng said, "Thank you for coming to our Zihao's wedding. Come, come in quickly. There'll be someone to show you to your seats! There'll be good food and drinks in a moment."