Qin Mu knew Old Zhang cared a lot about appearances. Especially since the nursing home was covering all the costs for this wedding banquet, Old Zhang probably wished he could invite every stranger off the streets. The problem was... he didn't actually know many people. His social circle in Jin City seemed rather limited.
"No worries, Xiao Qin, just try your best to invite people. I'll go find others to liven things up," Zhang Qingyuan said, showing understanding and not making any demands.
Qin Mu gave a wry smile. Afterwards, he took out his phone and sent Qing Lan a message.
"Qing Lan, an old man at the nursing home is getting married—the one I mentioned to you before. Do you have time to come to the wedding? You can also bring any friends you can round up."
Qing Lan was a Jin City local, though she had always lived in Zizhou. He didn't know many people himself, so he had to rely on others to extend invitations.
