A group of armed soldiers rushed in with their guns, aiming directly at Yue Feng who was standing by the small front door.
"No! No! Don't shoot!" Wu Xiujuan hugged Yue Feng tightly.
"He's my nephew, not a bad person! He hasn't broken any laws!"
The President, who had been standing still, slightly raised his hand, and the soldiers put down their guns and retreated.
"Yue Feng, since you are here, let's discuss the grudges between our two families. Today is my son's wedding, we'll talk further after their ceremony ends! "
"That's my intention!" Yue Feng answered promptly. He was there to bless Jing Yiren today, not to cause trouble.
Speaking, Yue Feng tugged at the leash in his hand, and the guide dog led him to the nearest empty seat.
Yue Feng stood in front of the chair, then growled, "Ran Qing! Get back here!"
"..." Ran Qing blushed awkwardly, looked at Jing Yiren and Lu Ming, then walked towards Yue Feng's seat.
