Old Mrs. Wen took a glance at Jiang huailu.
His eyes lit up.
She had rarely seen such a beautiful child. It was as if the heavens had blessed her with all the good things.
When that pair of black eyes looked at her, she even felt a little pity.
Upon seeing the child, Madam Chu was stunned for a moment. She wasn't amazed, but rather felt that no matter how good-looking he was, he didn't deserve her son.
He only felt that he had seen this girl a few days ago in the world-saving Hall.
Jiang huaijin touched the goosebumps that had suddenly appeared on his body. White silk was still hanging everywhere on his head. Yet, he had to hold a wedding for a dead soul. The dazzling white was mixed with some red, making people uncomfortable and even panic.
Jiang huailu didn't notice the strange atmosphere at all.
