When Qingyang arrived, it just so happened that they were about to start the meal.
"Qingyang, you came just in time, let's eat." Tang Yue said with a smile, thinking that recently Qingyang had been coming to their house for meals every day, and she felt that Qingyang had gained quite a bit of weight.
"Sure." Qingyang didn't mind the crowd, but as Tang Yue introduced everyone, Qingyang felt a pang in his heart. The Tang Family and the Zhang Family were all here, but the Lian Family, who were supposed to be closest to Tang Yue, were not.
Lian He, as a father, couldn't personally witness his daughter's marriage.
Every time Qingyang thought about this possibility, it just felt wrong to him; it was truly frustrating.
The livelier Tang Yue's house got, the stronger Qingyang felt his sense of loss.
From the Lian Family, only he came.
