He Xing gently shook Fu Han's wrist and whispered softly, "Don't be afraid, I've got everything under control!"
When Fu Han nodded, she felt the palm of her hand was sweaty, unsure whether it was her own sweat or He Xing's, and for some reason, maybe the angle, she thought she saw perspiration on He Xing's neck as well.
On the contrary, Xia Ning was the picture of calm, even seemingly delighted by the fact that everyone's attention was focused on her, her smile growing more evident as she affected a delicate voice, "Excuse me, Priest, if someone is getting married not for love, but simply out of gratitude, would you still bless them?"
"What?" An uproar filled the room as guests exchanged confused glances, not understanding what was happening.
Bai Wei was livid, storming to the edge of the stage to yell at Xia Ning, "I invited you to attend the wedding, not to spout nonsense, and if you keep this up, I'll have security take you away."
