"Xinghuo, tomorrow's wedding process goes like this..."
Lu Yunhai and his wife and a wedding scene manager began dividing up tomorrow's tasks. The manager's face was trembling with trepidation, but as she saw Ji Xinghuo listening intently, she gradually relaxed and got into work mode.
The Fang Family members were all dispersed by Fang Yanbin, leaving only himself behind as the chief coordinator.
It was all an excuse.
The wedding company and the hotel's procedures were long established, conducted countless times, and hardly needed any coordination.
But everyone knew it clearly, without exposing him.
"Ji Xinghuo!"
A familiar yet strange voice came through, startling everyone, who turned to see a tall and burly figure quickly approaching.
"Wu Qifeng, it turns out it's you, kid." Ji Xinghuo grinned, his counterpart covering the distance in two or three steps, and standing in front of Ji Xinghuo. They surveyed each other for a few seconds, then raised their hands and bumped fists.
