Seeing Song Xiuluan and Zhao Lin walking hand in hand, Wang Ming raised his eyebrows in surprise, but quickly resumed his usual refined demeanor.
Thinking about it, it no longer seemed strange.
Although Zhao Lin came from a humble background and only appeared at Lu Qingqing's wedding, she runs her own business which is small but profitable, making her more financially independent than typical wealthy daughters who rely on their families.
Moreover, she is also very pretty, with a graceful bearing and well-mannered, making it only natural for her to marry into a good family.
"Song Sheng, Miss Zhao, please come inside."
Wang Ming's financial status among Hong Kong's wealthy merchants is just average, and in the very capitalist society of Hong Kong, the scale of Zhuzhu's hundred-day celebration cannot compare to that of the Shi Family's eldest grandson, with top old wealthy tycoons hardly appearing, and mostly attended by the next generation to give their congratulations.
