Han Xiwang said nothing.
The noisy room immediately fell silent.
Han Xiwang stood there like a plague god without anyone paying attention to him. He even interrupted their celebration.
After a while, Old Man Han finally opened his mouth slowly and broke the strange silence.
"Xiwang, if you are here to congratulate Cihui and Qiulian on their marriage, then come in and take a seat. If not, get out!"
Han Xiwang's gaze slowly shifted from Zhang Xiuying's face to Old Man Han. His adam's apple bobbed up and down slightly and his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. "Dad, I-I just came to eat. I heard from the manager that you're all here, so I came to have a look."
Old Man Han looked at Han Xiwang silently.
This son of his really did not inherit the demeanor and behavior of the Han Family.
