The VIP big screen theater, with a capacity of over two hundred people, was packed to the brim.
At a glance, there were only one or two empty seats.
Without needing to specifically look for a seat, Fu Qianyao knew exactly where hers was.
Catching a glimpse of An Zixi wearing a mask and seemingly looking at her phone with her head hung low, Fu Qianyao took a deep breath and walked over to sit beside her.
A mutual glance served as a greeting, and before the two could speak, the lights in the theater suddenly dimmed.
The movie had begun.
Following the solemn opening, two families—one wealthy, one poor—stood in sharp contrast.
Yet, both the Qi Family and the Qiao Family were happy little households, naturally invoking smiles on the audience's faces.
Especially the Qi Family, Qi Guisheng might not have been talkative or sweet-tongued, but if he were in the present day, he'd be the spitting image of a doting husband and father.
