Yan Zhan took Manshu's hand and did not forget to thank Feng Qing.
He took a red envelope and put it in Feng Qing's hand.
Judging from the thickness of the red envelope, it should be 20,000.
This is just money for happiness, not the fee for inviting Feng Qing.
"So sensible."
Feng Qing took it without any mercy and put it directly in his bag.
He also teased the two of them: "Tsk, you two are at the height of your success today. One is on the gold medal list and the other is holding a beautiful woman."
Manshu was a little embarrassed, her face buried in Yan Zhan's chest, and the corners of Yan Zhan's lips raised.
Obviously, he did not want to refute Feng Qing's words.
Feng Qing was also invited.
However, she drove herself and went with her assistant.
Manshu and Yan Zhan arrived at the hotel before eleven o'clock. There was a little traffic jam on the road, but it was not bad.
Today, the old man’s arrangement is that everyone has a banquet at noon, and a villa is reserved for Manshu and her friends to have a party in the evening.
He would then entertain relatives and friends privately at home.
As soon as the two arrived at the hotel, people gathered around them.
Most of the friends in the shopping mall were here for Yan Zhan, and those who had children at home congratulated Manshu and said they wanted their children to learn and communicate with Manshu.
Manshu smiled the whole time.
Until I arrived in front of the old man.
The old man asked his granddaughter to hold his hand and introduce his precious granddaughter to everyone.
This is Chi Guoguo showing off!
However, everyone is envious and can only cooperate with others.
Before the banquet started, Manshu also received a mysterious gift.
Someone pushed a huge cake in. This cake was obviously not ordered by the Yan family.
Next to the cake, there is a gift box.
Manshu didn't know what was inside.
Yan Zhan, on the other hand, guessed who was giving the gift, and his expression was hard to tell.
"Although it's just the No. 1 Scholar's Banquet, we can still celebrate with a cake. Since someone gave it to you, let's light the candles."
The old man patted the little girl on the shoulder and motioned for her to come over.
Manshu looked at the cake, and then her eyes intertwined with Yan Zhan's.
Both of them saw suspicion in each other's eyes.
Yan Zhan had said before that he was worried that people from the x organization would cause trouble at the banquet.
Therefore, no one can tell whether this cake was the work of Yan Tingyu or the real person behind it.
"Miss Manshu, as today's protagonist, would you like to light the candle yourself?"
The waiter next to him handed a lit candle to Manshu's hand.
Let her light the candles on the cake.
Manshu took the candle and leaned over to light it.
After the waiter handed over the candle, he bowed and turned to leave.
Yan Zhan kept staring at the waiter's back.
Then he winked at the people from the Foreign Affairs Bureau hidden in the crowd.
Someone immediately chased me.
Just when Manshu was about to light the first candle, Yan Zhan suddenly grabbed her wrist.
“Don’t order it!”
In just one second, the candle was lit!
"What's wrong?" Mr. Yan didn't know what riddle they were playing.
What's wrong with cutting such a beautiful cake and sharing some with everyone?
"It's okay." Yan Zhan couldn't tell the old man. He suspected that there was a bomb hidden in the cake.
This can cause panic.
It was Manshu who helped make up for it: "Grandpa, I don't want to eat cake. Didn't we order the No. 1 Scholar Cake? Since today is my No. 1 Scholar Banquet, isn't this No. 1 Scholar Cake better than cake?"
When the old man heard what Manshu said, he nodded: "As long as you like it. Since you don't want to eat it, just push the cake down first."