He just sat here.
Did anyone dare to kick him out?
No!
Did anyone dare to do anything to him?
No!
Did anyone dare to drink alcohol, eat meat, and sing songs loudly?
Of course not.
At this age, casually mentioning that he felt pain here or discomfort there, Chen Fang's official rank could be jeopardized.
Some people really could do whatever they wanted.
Just like him, saying he wouldn't allow Chen Fang's wedding to go on, he really could make it happen.
This was the strength and oppressive aura of a bigwig.
The usually quick-witted Chen Fang was now out of tricks.
Because whatever clever little schemes might work on others, none applied to Hou Jidao.
Just when everyone was at a loss.
A voice rang out.
"Old Hou, at your age, why must you be so harsh with the younger folks? If word gets out, wouldn't the Hou Family lose all its face in Yuanjing?"
Chen Fang looked over.
The weight on his heart immediately lifted.
At the entrance, an old man in a wheelchair appeared.
