At a wedding in China, the attendees are usually mostly elders, which suits Musheng's current disposition.
Mu Lianmiao also changed into a suit and was tying his tie while descending the stairs.
Today, he was dressed in a black suit.
The pure black design, unique collar and cuff styles highlighted the distinct flair of the suit; his stature was erect, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, perfectly carrying the suit,
and paired with his dazzling smile, the sight of him could make countless young girls scream.
After he was done, he even came forward to check on Musheng, "Is this okay?"
"Yep, in China, there's no need for excessive formality, something simple is fine—it's just a dinner."
It's not like they were hosting a toast, it was merely a dinner at a hotel, nothing more.
"My mother just called." Mu Lianmiao wrapped his arm around her, "Old Master Bei and his group might come."
Musheng was stunned, "The elders would personally come to a younger generation's wedding?"
