Mrs. Zhao shuddered, "Of course, the wedding will proceed as scheduled."
She had done so much, and Zhao Heng had tried so hard for so long, wasn't it all for Mochu to marry Gu Chenyan?
"Very well," Gu Chenyan narrowed his eyes, coldly glaring at Mochu who was unable to speak.
"Did you hear that? This is the choice your mother made. If you defy me, I'll make you crawl out of the hotel today. If you don't believe me, just try it," he threatened.
With that, he released her chin and gave her a fierce shove.
He didn't even care about the small cut on Mochu's forehead, nor did he have any concern for the bride.
Mochu was scared out of her wits and was about to say something when Mrs. Zhao stopped her and had someone drag her away.
"Chenyan, the wedding will definitely go as planned. I'm going to go back and do some touch-ups for Mochu," Mrs. Zhao dropped these words and hurriedly followed them.
At this moment, she didn't dare say an extra word to her future son-in-law.
