"Mom didn't do anything. As her children, it's normal to be scolded a bit. Dad, don't blame her."
"Alright, stop making excuses for her. This isn't something that just happened overnight." Fan's father walked towards the study.
With no one left in the hall, Fan Rou finally wiped away her tears and showed a gentle smile.
"Third Miss, you must be tired. Have a cup of tea." Immediately, a servant poured her some tea.
Most of the servants in the house now leaned towards Fan Rou, so when no one was around, their reservations disappeared.
"Hmm." Fan Rou picked up the tea and took a sip.
She picked up the picture on the table again, looked at it for a while, and quickly decided on the venue: the biggest one, the indoor area.
With this, there would be enough room for many people, not just the guests but also reporters.
If the venue wasn't large enough, the reporters would have nowhere to stand, which wouldn't be good.
Fan Rou's little actions didn't escape Jun Mochan's eyes.
