Samsara Paradise: vests everywhere

My mother’s friend’s son got married, and without my knowledge, he agreed to make me the best man. I don’t know the groom well at all, and I’m tired of eating at the table. Now I have to go over and help. The official wedding reception is tomorrow and we have to leave early in the morning. I can imagine that at that time, it would be so embarrassing that I would have to leave the three-bedroom apartment.

He sold me before I went back to school, and he didn't tell me after I got home. If you know it earlier, you can just go back to your hometown and leave this place alone. It's too late now. I just want to ask the groom, does he have any classmates or friends? The more I think about it, the angrier I get!