Yao Hui interjected at this moment: "We can't have less than five tables."
When her older sister got married, the two families held the wedding together. She remembered clearly that there were exactly five tables back then.
Lyu Juncheng took a deep breath, agreed with a cold face, and now he just wanted to settle the matter quickly.
Mrs. Yao knew she couldn't push too hard, either: "Let's do it this way then. There are still a few days until the weekend, so we must prepare two new outfits for Yao Hui to wear at the banquet. She must look decent and not bring shame on you."
Thinking about how her younger daughter's looks were far inferior to that of Yu Xinyan, if she didn't make some effort to spruce her up, who knows what kind of gossip she might cause. Even if she was still angry, she had to consider more for her daughter at this moment.
Anyway, now that the decision was made, Lyu Juncheng said dismissively, "Mom, just take care of it yourself."
