In the long corridor which had been decorated with magnificent embellishment, Jing Yiran was holding onto Mo Lan's arm with one hand and had placed the other behind her back. He was supporting her and looked very devoted to her, just like a filial grandson.
But he didn't do a good job at it and ended up looking cold and proud, ruining the atmosphere which he had tried to create.
"Dad, I am here just to attend my brother's wedding and to pass my blessing to him and my sister-in-law. I won't cause any trouble, please don't worry. I know what occasion it is and I will not humiliate you."
He talked in an upright way as if he had grown up overnight.
Dressed in a black suit, a white shirt and a navy coloured tie, Jing Yiran had dyed his hair back to black and sounded like an obedient and docile child.
