The early autumn wind still carried a hint of warmth as Fu Minghe stood with his father, Fu Bochu, at the reception entrance to welcome the guests.
As the guest of honor, the young man had rarely dressed up in formal wear. His tall, slender figure stood there looking slightly more serious than usual, yet his expression remained unrestrained, radiating a refined and effortless aura. The smile on his face was bold yet deeply endearing.
Meng Huaijin walked toward them carrying his daughter and holding Fu Wenying by the hand.
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