Yun Mo's figure, reflected on the rhombus patterned foyer partition, exuded a scholarly and refined aura, thick and profound.
He changed his shoes, looked at the crowd and smiled faintly, "Seems like everyone is having fun?"
Qiao Xiaon'an watched him all the way as he walked over, without ever taking her eyes off his handsome figure. Every time she looked at him like this, it was as if she was soaking in a jar of happiness, sweet but never sickening.
"We were discussing the wedding," her lips curling into a happy arc, "Amo, how come I didn't know you had so many close friends, are they all coming to be your groomsmen?"
Yun Mo sat next to her, slightly furrowing his brows, indicating his lack of knowledge in this.
Only then did Deng Jiaru inform him about the grand party of groomsmen and ushers that were being arranged for his wedding.
Yun Mo: "Are Yiyang and Mingtao also supposed to rush over?"
