Heng Yi held Han Qiao in his arms and kissed her eyelids.
"When Ah-Xiu and the others get married in the future, and Cheng'er and Ah-Yao get married, we won't invite them."
"We don't need to care about what others say, as long as we have a clear conscience."
When power reached a certain height of success, there would be people who would find excuses for you even when you did something wrong.
Han Qiao nodded.
Then, she smiled at Heng Yi.
Today was Han Chi's wedding, so they could not be sad.
There was still a wedding banquet in the evening, and some guests would be coming.
In the bridal chamber, the Heng family first stared at Li Mi's dowry, and they were all dumbfounded. They were so shocked that they didn't even dare to breathe too hard.
'Oh my god, how rich is this girl's family? Her dowry is piled up in many rooms, and every room is guarded by servant girls and old women.'