"Eating happily?"
Feng Xiaoxiao, dressed in a plain dress, came over and stood behind Lin Fan's chair, leaning her body directly on his shoulder, an intimate gesture seemingly oblivious to those around them. If it weren't for her relatives sitting beside them, Lin Fan would have really hated not being able to pull her into his arms right there.
"The wedding banquet is, of course, joyful."
Lin Fan lifted his head, gazing at Feng Xiaoxiao's stunningly beautiful face. As their eyes met, his face was etched with endless tenderness.
"You still have the nerve to say that."
Feng Xiaoxiao lowered her head and whispered into Lin Fan's ear, "You didn't lift a finger to help with our wedding banquet, and you've left me with weak knees from all the work—I'm nearly dead from exhaustion."
"It's okay, next time I'll take care of the official wedding banquet."
