Just then, "knock knock knock." the knocking sound echoed, Mu Lin lifted his gaze, and the arc of his smile concealed itself at that moment.
"It's you." Mu Lin looked at the person before him indifferently, frowning.
"What, not happy to see me?" The other party cocked a lip, a demonically charming smile on their face, their eyes filled with thick mirth, "Don't worry, I won't do anything." At least today, he wouldn't do anything.
He wouldn't really do something like stealing a bride, especially since all the big shots were attending the wedding today. Although he wasn't someone who feared trouble.
But for Mi Zheng, if he really wanted Mu Lin, whether Mu Lin was married or not didn't matter at all.
What mattered was whether he wanted to or not.
The few girls in the room had different reactions upon seeing Mi Zheng.
Yue Qiao looked at him warily; she hadn't forgotten what he said that day; to her, it didn't seem like a joke at all.
