Jiang Yingyue raised her head to look at Wang Lin through the mirror and said. "If you think you can do anything to him, you can try."
Wang Lin went silent for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Heh… Hahaha! I, Wang Lin, am a hero of the generation. No one had dared to say such a ridiculous sentence to me before. You are the first one, Yingyue."
His smile gradually receded as he said further. "As for whether I can do anything to him, you will see it later. Hehe."
He then waved his hand and said. "Prepare yourself well. The ceremony is about to begin."
As he finished his sentence, he turned around and walked out of the room, leaving Jiang Yingyue alone.
Junior brother, you must be careful… Jiang Yingyue clenched his fists unwillingly. She had never felt powerless like this before in her entire life.
***
Time passed by quickly. Two hours later, the main hall was already filled with people from various forces.
