Zhang the Second subconsciously shifted his position, "Dad, have you thought about it? If Xi Zi is going to have a banquet, not to mention the friends and colleagues my brother interacts with, how many guests will you and Xiao Wu have? And then there's Xi Zi's colleagues, classmates, buddies, and my friends, and..."
Mr. Zhang waved his hand wearily to interrupt, "Alright, I understand what you mean. Sigh... I've been thinking about this issue too these past few days. Besides, I'm worried your Uncle Zhou would also come."
"Didn't we tell Xiao Wu to try and persuade him?"
Mr. Zhang glanced at his wife, "You don't understand, otherwise how could I agree to keep an eye on the eldest family? That's such a short-sighted person you forgot. Didn't she ask you a while ago how many times Brother Dashan had weddings, and how to collect the money? I guess she's already calculating how much she can get."
Hearing his father say this, Zhang the Second felt a surge of joy.
