Ouyang sat down at the front table with Tian Feifei in the morning.

There was still a man sitting on that table. When he saw Tian Feifei and Ouyang tomorrow morning, he stood up.

"Yang Butterfly."

Tian Feifei is a little happy. "Unexpectedly, you are also there."

"That's natural. Your husband invited me. Anyway, you should come over, shouldn't you?"

Tian Feifei smiled and then sat down beside Yang Die.

She looked around, always feeling like she was getting married.

Sure enough, it's almost the same. It's the master of ceremonies.

Tian Feifei could not hear what the master of ceremonies was saying for a long time.

She grew up...