"Boo hoo hoo...."
Seeing Old Deng pull back with a face full of disdain, Ansheng was not stingy with his mockery and let out a whimper:
"Ah Qing, Old Deng just ran away with utter disdain, and even rolled his eyes at you..."
"......" Ah Qing's face was covered in black lines, glaring at the gloating little fox.
Xia Dong's wedding feast, although within the relatives there was a custom similar to mutual monetary gifts, normally when it came to colleagues and friends, the wedding gift would be around three to five hundred.
If the relationship was better, then maybe nine hundred or a thousand, usually wouldn't be extraordinarily outrageous.
But sometimes, it just couldn't withstand the barrage of invitations.
Once a friend around gets married, it basically means there are good times for a while, followed closely by an explosive bombardment of wedding invitations.
