Luo Yingtao smiled brightly on the surface, but actually she felt a sour taste in her heart. However, she was very tactful and acted warm and generous in this lively occasion. She didn't want her classmates to see the little secret in her heart.
"That's right. It's much easier to have someone to help take care of the children."
"How can I have anyone to help me? I don't have a grandma or a grandmother. We have to rely on ourselves for everything. Alas, Mudan, you are still the lucky one!"
"Haha, everyone is very happy." Wang Mudan greeted politely. She was a very good person. No matter what the occasion, she was very good at taking care of other people's emotions. That was to say, she only said nice things and never offended anyone.
The students present were all aware of the emotional entanglement between the three of them many years ago, and they all watched the scene in front of them tacitly. They were very relieved that they could talk calmly at this time.
Arriving at the banquet hall, the guests were all seated. Simingda pointed to the three tables in the front right and said, "You can sit at these tables. There are three tables for classmates, two for adults and one for children."
"OK."
Almost all the guests were present in the banquet hall. They were all Si Mingda and Wang Mudan’s colleagues, business friends, classmates, family members, etc.
As the hostess, Wang Mudan is very busy today. She has to take care of her cute son, entertain so many relatives and friends, and reminisce with old classmates whom she hasn't seen for many years. However, she is in a good mood. After looking forward to it for ten years, she finally realized her wish of having both a son and a daughter. She feels very satisfied, and the smile on her face is the truest expression of her inner emotions.
After the guests were seated, a young man in the hotel uniform walked onto the stage with a microphone. He was the emcee of today's banquet. Following him were the four members of the band, whose instruments had already been set up on the stage.
Simingda had a son in his middle age. He was in high spirits and attached great importance to the specifications of today's banquet. A program was placed on each table. In order to liven up the atmosphere, a band was specially invited to perform live. Guests could also request their favorite songs at any time.
The emcee tested the microphone, cleared his throat, and began the banquet: "Dear guests, ladies and gentlemen, good evening! The Sifu Mengbao Hundred Days Banquet begins now."
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