The moment their hands touched, the smile on their lips unconsciously deepened.
When Mr. Su saw this, he did not feel good. He felt like someone had stolen a treasure he had kept for many years, but he had no choice but to let it go.
"I'll leave Yanyan in your hands. Treat her well. Otherwise, whether it's me or her brother, we won't let this go."
Huo Chenhuan gripped Su Yayan's hand tightly and promised solemnly, "I understand. Don't worry."
Mr. Su's expression softened and he retreated to the side.
The wedding vows were more or less the same, but this time, Su Yayan tried to change them according to their own situation.
"Miss Su Yayan, will you marry Mr. Huo Chenhuan and be his wife? Regardless of whether it's in your previous life or in this life, whether you have a healthy disease or are in dire straits, you will love him without reservation, worship him, take care of him, and be loyal to him forever?"
