"Young Master Di, it's about to explode, we should reschedule the ceremony for another time."
The priest hugged his Bible and ran outside.
"Don't run, you—stand there—"
Di Lingzhi tried to catch the priest, but the priest had already scurried away erratically.
"You..."
Di Lingzhi, driven mad with irritation, still clutched Nan Zhifeng's hand tightly without letting go.
"Let go," Di Shengjun ordered coldly.
"I will take her out myself..."
Di Lingzhi pulled Nan Zhifeng and ran outside.
Di Shengjun did not stop them but simply watched coldly, "Only one minute left."
Nan Zhifeng looked back and shouted at him, "Uncle, please run!!"
Di Shengjun had no reaction, as if death did not faze him at all.
Di Lingzhi dragged Nan Zhifeng desperately towards the exit.
However, Nan Zhifeng's leg was injured and had not yet healed, and the encumbrance of the wedding dress meant that she tripped and fell to the ground after just a few steps.
"Afeng!"
