The next day's wedding procession.
It was naturally lively and bustling.
Sun Dasheng, the prospective son-in-law, had the honor of driving the wedding car to pick up the bride for his father-in-law.
Click, click...
This experience—how many men get to have it?
Because he got up early in the morning.
Under the reproachful gaze of Yun Yuqing, he tidied himself up and set off.
As a daughter, she naturally had to avoid suspicion.
No other family members joined in on the excitement.
Because those who wanted to go didn't have the status.
Those who had the status felt embarrassed.
The major responsibility of leading the wedding convoy naturally fell to Sun Dasheng, the prospective son-in-law.
Over a hundred luxury cars were in a grand procession.
Even the well-versed people of Suzhou were a bit awed.
Especially the old family of the father-in-law's parents-in-law.
Their eyes narrowed with smiles.
Watching the father-in-law and son-in-law, close in age, chat happily together.
