There's no denying, the efficiency of the Presidential Mansion is swift—by the morning of November 22nd, the invitation letters had already been sent to every household.
And these invitations were personally issued by the First Lady.
At such a time, neither holiday nor festival, when the Presidential Mansion's invitation arrived, the old man's eyebrows twitched.
He stared at the invitation, unable to regain his senses for a long time.
The intention behind the move was too obvious, making him unable to help but overthink it.
On the other hand, there were many who were even more excited than the old man.
This morning, in the dining room of the Xi Family, there was a bit of an undercurrent. Xi Xiuzhe sat at his place, eating quietly, noticing his father repeatedly examining the invitation without any expression on his face.
A moment later, a voice sounded in his ear: "How did your conversation with that Mr. Gu go?"
