Countless people passed by him today, and someone even presented a marriage agreement for him to sign. He didn't sign because he knew it didn't matter whether he signed it or not.
If he didn't sign, Yan Tianyan would do it for him. The Yan Family elders had all arrived, the marriage was a done deal, and his resistance or commotion would have no effect—
But this wasn't compliance or obedience, it was genuine indifference.
Unable to marry the woman in his heart, what difference did it make whom he married? It was just a title.
Footsteps approached.
The Yan Family's housekeeper, Feng, stood in front of him, with two bodyguards at his side. His respectful voice sounded more like an order, "Young Master, the master has sent me to inform you that the young madam is already waiting for you in the bridal chamber."
The young madam...
Yan Chu was momentarily disoriented, "Weiwei?"
"It's Mo Lier, Miss Mo."
