The wedding day concluded, and guests gradually left. By five in the afternoon, essentially only the Yu Family remained in the old house.
People like the sixth grandmother and her group were mostly planning to leave tomorrow. They were now chatting warmly in small groups in the guest lounge of the front courtyard.
Ling Shuangshuang entered with a fierce momentum, quieting the guest lounge in an instant as everyone turned their heads, puzzled, watching her.
There were too many people, and no one noticed she hadn't eaten with the Yu Family at noon.
"Shuangshuang!"
The sixth grandmother's voice was heavy, tinged with a warning.
She had watched this child grow up, lively and cheerful with a straightforward personality, but after a few years of marriage without seeing her, her temperament and character had drastically changed. Moreover, she lacked tact—on such a joyous occasion, what did she intend to do, storming in like this?
"Auntie, that girl..."