"Who are you blaming for what you did?!" The old man roared angrily. "If you have the time to howl here, quickly think of what to do. We have already sent the invitation out. If Yunzhong can't get married on the eighth, he'll be embarrassed!"
With that, the old man didn't want to look at the old lady anymore. He carried the teapot back to his room.
The old lady leaned on the sofa alone and looked at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. She looked like the frost had beaten her up. She was no longer as arrogant as she was in the afternoon.
At this moment, Wang Yunmei and Wang Yunzhi didn't go home. After leaving Wang Yunzhong's house, they went straight to Jiang Chunfen's place.
On the sofa in the living room, the three of them sat together and talked about what had happened in the afternoon.
