Mu Qingli was smiling.
But Lin Zhizhi didn't see any trace of laughter in her eyes.
That smile almost sent chills down Lin Zhizhi's spine.
"What do you really want?" Lin Zhizhi's voice was trembling.
Mu Qingli slightly curled her lips, "I've said it before, I'm here to offer my congratulations."
Lin Zhizhi pointed toward the door and said, "This is my wedding, and I didn't invite you. Please leave immediately!"
Lin Zhizhi had an intuition that Mu Qingli would definitely try to ruin the wedding.
No.
She had worked so hard to get to this point.
She would never allow anyone to steal what was hers.
"Please leave immediately!" Lin Zhizhi's expression was extremely unpleasant.
Regardless of how capable Mu Qingli might be, how impressive could a small celebrity from the entertainment industry be?
Now, she was the head of the Yan Group.
And she was about to marry Zheng Zitao.
