C267 A Distinguished Guest Who Entered with a Brush of His Face

Xia Lan did not care about her words. Instead, she looked at her hand and asked, "What is in your hand?"

Hearing this, Xia Mengyun was stunned for a moment. "An invitation letter." After a pause, she was also puzzled. "The two of you don't have one?"

Xia Lan shook her head.

The matter of distributing invitations to each family was done by the people below. She had never been worried before