While having dinner with the family, Fengxuan didn't follow the rule of "don't talk while eating," and though Chiyin had expectations of himself, he didn't insist that she follow it.
She took out the fatty's wedding invitation and placed it on the table.
"Fatty is getting married on Saturday, Brother Ayin, clear your schedule on Saturday, and let's all attend as a family."
Chiyin took the wedding invitation and looked at it, "Today is Tuesday, and he's giving us short notice, isn't he? If you haven't decided what wedding gift to give, I can have my secretary prepare something."
"The gifts are all picked out; Keke will give a set of jewelry, and for fatty, transferring money for a red envelope would be more reliable, no need to trouble your secretary."
After drinking a warm, low-fat bowl of chicken soup, Fengxuan felt a cozy warmth in her belly, so comforting.
