Why does it feel like Mrs. Huo and her ex—
still have some kind of lingering affection for each other?
The way that man looks at Mrs. Huo says it all, filled with deep love, as if he can see no one else in the entire world.
Although the murmurs of speculation were kept low, they still reached the ears of the man at the gift table, darkening his already somber face to an even more chilling extent.
At the same time, on Jiayi and Nie Yixiao's side, a majestic male voice floated from afar:
"Thank you, Mr. Nie, for attending the wedding."
Under the watchful eyes of all, Huo Zhenyang, flanked by several bodyguards, descended like a king from the heavens, strode forward, and with an imperceptible turn, shielded his bride in front of him, then reached back to grasp her hand and pull her into his embrace.
