And today's groom is the man who once broke off their engagement and then begged her to marry him.
Recalling all of this, how could she not feel like crying and laughing at the same time?
"What did you say?"
The smile that had been plastered on Leng Yan's face froze instantly upon hearing the neighbor's words, as if he had turned to stone.
He had been knocking for ages with no response, and out of curiosity, the neighbor came by to investigate, thinking he was there to attend a wedding and told him the address.
"Aren't you here for the wedding?" The person, a Chinese-American, asked, curiously sizing him up: "Mr. Leng and his fiancée are getting married at the church today. I was invited, but couldn't attend because I have important guests at home."
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"Second Young Master."
Xiao Liu nervously nudged him: "What should we do?"
"Come with me!" Leng Yan closed his eyes forcefully, slammed his forehead angrily, then grabbed Xiao Liu's arm and swiftly left.
