The crowd streamed out from the estate in an impressive procession. Inside, figures hurriedly attended to matters that required careful handling within the estate, ensuring that everything would go smoothly without incident.
"Tsk tsk, Ye Ling, so young and yet you've chosen to hang yourself from a group of trees. Well then, Lai Hao indeed is like nine towering trees."
Mo Xing shook his head. Today, his father would be present as well, and even he had heard that those two elders would send someone to deliver some gifts especially for the occasion.
Today's wedding, although not visible to the public eye, Mo Xing was certain that it would be an unrivaled and unforgettable affair that would astonish everyone.
Ye Ling looked at Mo Xing beside him, "What are you talking about? I'm telling you, who do you think I am? I'm very pure, not like you degenerates."
Mo Xing laughed and said nothing more, looking at Ye Ling. This man had gone from rags to riches, achieving a true miracle.
