This morning, Jiang Chunfen and Wang Zimeng were eating breakfast in the dining room when the doorbell suddenly rang.
Jiang Chunfen was stunned for a moment before muttering, "Who is it so early in the morning?"
"Mom, I'll open the door," Wang Zimeng said and stood up to run over.
Not long after, Wang Zimeng returned with a sealed document bag in her hand. "It's a delivery."
"Delivery?" Jiang Chunfen was a little surprised. For a moment, she couldn't remember what express mail she had.
Wang Zimeng nodded and handed the bag to Jiang Chunfen. "Your name is written on it. Open it and you'll know what it is."
Jiang Chunfen took it. The document bag was very thin, as if there was nothing inside.
An invitation!
These words suddenly flashed across Jiang Chunfen's mind. In the next second, she tore open the package. It was indeed a red invitation.
Ha, this Wang Yunzhong really dared to send it to her.
