Grandpa Fuapos;s Ful

An European-style carriage was already waiting at the villa's gate, pulled by four tall white horses.,Mrs. Fu, the elderly matriarch, sat in the front row of the guest seats. Since yesterday when her grandson called and invited her to attend the wedding today, a smile had not left her face.,She was walking towards him in a wedding dress he had designed himself, and she was smiling.。