Liu Yi couldn't help blushing, Lin Zhiyuan reached out to wrap his arm around her waist, smiling, he said, "Borrowing the good luck from the wife of the president. You two can go inside and have some snacks, the wedding will begin soon."
"Okay."
Li Mingxun took Luo Qianxun to the rest area, noting that quite a number of guests had already arrived.
It seemed that Lin Zhiyuan had built a large network over the years; basically, everyone had shown up.
"I will go get us some refreshments."
Li Mingxun headed towards the catering area; the refreshments were all meticulously made. He took a plate and chose a few varieties with a pair of tongs.
Luo Qianxun was lounging on a sofa, her eyes wandering aimlessly.
Suddenly her gaze froze on a male figure in the distance—it seemed very familiar.
That couldn't be, right?
Situ Hao is already dead, it couldn't be him.
Although convinced of this, Luo Qianxun couldn't help but rise to her feet and follow him.
