On the helicopter back to Huaxia, Zhang Menglong had just turned on his phone when he received a message—it was a wedding invitation, along with a short note.
"Menglong, I'm getting married at Jiangnan Spring Hotel next Saturday. If you have time, come have a drink to celebrate."
"This guy, we haven't been in touch for so long, and now he's getting married, just telling me now—really not cool!" Zhang Menglong couldn't help but reveal a smile filled with nostalgia.
"What's up, smiling so happily—did you get a message from some girl?" Lu Yiyao asked.
"Am I that kind of person?" Zhang Menglong said sternly, "Ever since I've been with you, I've adhered to a man's virtues. You're framing me! It's a childhood friend of mine who's getting married."
Zhang Menglong handed her the phone, "Look!"
The invitation featured a very young and handsome groom, a tall man over one meter eighty, with a neat short haircut, bright eyes, and the bride beside him was also very charming and beautiful.
