He Chen and Yin Mo's wedding pickup, naturally wasn't as grand and sensational as that of Shang Yu and Li Qiao.
But it excelled in the sheer number of pickup people.
Because He Chen brought all his subordinates from the casinos.
A hundred or so people stood mightily beside the wedding convoy, suited up, imposing.
Those unaware might think it's some mob boss going out for fun.
He Chen's groomsmen group was also four people, besides the three brothers, there was the silly younger brother He Ao.
With red carpet underfoot, they entered the Yin Family villa, Yin Zhihong immediately greeted with a smile, "Son-in-law, you're here!"
He Chen held the bouquet with one hand, donned a neat suit with a Windsor knot, his handsome face carried a genial yet slightly frivolous smile, bent slightly, calling out, father-in-law.
Yin Zhihong responded repeatedly and led them to the staircase entrance, "Mohmoh is upstairs, hurry on."
