Once again, a chill frost descended upon the scene.
In the crowd, Ye Fuling bit down hard on her teeth, her fingers clutching her handbag so tightly that her sharp nails almost split the genuine leather.
Mi Shen curved his lips into a smile, Fengchang handled things beautifully. These people loved gossip, so he would just confirm the wedding date. After that, they could gossip however they liked, and if there were any more excessive comments, it would be akin to seeking death.
Someone who wasn't afraid of death stood up and asked with a sharp tone, "Excuse me, Mr. Li, what do you think about your relationship with Miss Mi?"
There was a collective intake of breath from the crowd, such pointed questions one after another were indeed very sharp.
"..." There was dead silence below the stage.
No one dared to stand up and criticize.
