"Mingzhu, it seems like there aren't many guests from your side. Did they get the time wrong, or couldn't they find the place? Should we send someone out to guide them?"
Upon seeing a small building materials business owner stuffing two thick red packets into Zhao Yun and Pei Ziheng's hands, Zhou Hui could no longer hold back.
Zhao Dafa had generously booked the entire second floor of the restaurant for the banquet, with twelve tables set.
At this time, Shen Mingzhu and Zhou Hui, as the hostesses, were standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor, one on each side, receiving guests.
Shen Mingzhu was accompanied by Pei Wenping and Shen Hongmei, while Zhou Hui also had a few close female relatives by her side.
As Zhou Hui's words fell, the women standing beside her all cast strange looks toward Shen Mingzhu.