Qin Sheng was playing chess with a few old friends, and suddenly one old man said, "Old Qin, congratulations, your grandson is getting married. Soon you'll have a great-grandchild to hold!"
"It's not that quick," Qin Sheng dismissed it, thinking that the marriage between Qin Mobai and Shen Ruozhuo would take some time. How could he hold a great-grandchild that soon?
"Why not soon? Isn't the wedding happening tomorrow? Your secrecy work is impressive, keeping even us in the dark!"
Qin Sheng suddenly looked up, stopped playing chess, "What wedding tomorrow?" Isn't this nonsense?
"Old Qin, you didn't know? Your second grandson is marrying a young girl tomorrow, it seems there's some kind of press conference now. Come on, let me find it for you to watch!" The person said, taking out his phone, found the live broadcast channel, and showed it to Qin Sheng.
Qin Sheng was so angry, he stopped playing chess, didn't care about losing face, and directly stormed out.
