“Haha, brother Jiang, I’ve come to fetch the bridegroom. Has he prepared himself?”
Mu Rong Zhan said with a loud voice, shouting even louder when he mentioned ‘fetch the bridegroom.’
“Of course, my son is ready. Chen’er, go get your elder brother.”
Jiang Zhen Hai replied with a smile.
“Please hold on uncle Mu Rong, I’ll get my brother to come here now.”
Cupping his fists and bowing slightly towards Mu Rong Zhan, Jiang Chen turned around and left.