"Pengyu!"
Leng Aofeng, regardless of everything, couldn't help but speak out, since the other was indeed his own flesh and blood.
Leng Pengyu's eyes were gloomy, and with a cold demeanor, he walked over.
"Congratulations big brother, on your wedding day!"
Leng Pengyu's gaze shifted to Leng Pengzhan, and with a smile on his face, he spoke; however, that smile gave others a chilling feeling.
"Leng Pengyu, you dare to show up? Aren't you afraid of dying?"
Leng Ruobing stared at Leng Pengyu with a cold face, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Ruobing, why be so angry? It's our big brother's wedding today, and naturally, I, as his younger brother, should come to offer my congratulations."
Leng Pengyu smiled coldly.
"I don't think you're sincerely here to offer congratulations!"
Leng Ruobing replied sternly, her eyes sweeping over the group of people behind Leng Pengyu, able to sense with her current strength that these men were martial arts experts.
