Berger stood at the door of the banquet hall of Shangri-La Hotel.
He was wearing a rented suit and his shoes were a little tight on his feet.
Holding the ring box in her hand, her palms were all sweaty.
Today is his engagement party.
My fiancée's name is Pan Jing, and I've been dating her for three years.
He couldn't say that he loved her very much, but he felt that this woman was reliable and suitable for marriage.
Invitations were sent, banquets were booked, and the venue was rented.
It cost nearly one hundred thousand.
It's all borrowed.
He stood at the door, waiting for Pan Jing to come.
The brother next to him, Fang Yaxin, patted him on the shoulder: "Nervous?"
