Hearing the name ou yibei, mo Yancheng's dark eyes narrowed. He asked in a low voice,""You're concerned about another man on such an occasion, huh?"
The last "hmm" was dragged out very long.
Shen chengjing listened and kept quiet. Looking ahead, she saw a fancy stage surrounded by roses. In front of the stage, the emcee was saying something, but she didn't pay attention. Her gaze fell on a few people not far away. She saw some familiar faces, but she couldn't name them.
"At this Grand and romantic moment, our beautiful bride is slowly walking in the direction of her happiness. Our groom on stage is already a little excited. You can imagine how vigorous their love is. Let us use our most passionate palms to witness their pure love." The emcee held up the microphone as she spoke, and Shen chengjing listened, sitting there sarcastically.
