"I know. I'll always stand with my sister!"
Grandpa Tang smiled and nodded. "Siblings can only go far in life if they are of one heart and mind, supporting each other along the way."
On the twenty-seventh of the twelfth lunar month, the Tang Mansion held a welcome banquet. Eight tables were set, and relatives and old friends were invited to gather and celebrate.
Tang Qingshan had personally called to inform Tang Qingyun. The couple didn't arrive together. Tang Qingyun came alone first, and half an hour later, Wu Xiaowen appeared. Her expression was stubborn and determined, and she held tightly to Tang Yaxuan's hand. The mother and daughter's eyes were both slightly red, as if they had recently been crying.
