The gazes of the people present began to change slightly. Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, repeatedly telling herself, he will come, he will definitely come.
A minute's time felt excruciatingly slow; every second Qiao Mo seemed able to feel her blood coursing through her veins.
But if you say it's fast, it's incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, the clock's hands pointed to six o'clock sharp.
The crowd, suppressed for so long, suddenly erupted like a kettle with its lid lifted off the boiling water.
"Why hasn't Mr. Fu arrived yet? Have second thoughts maybe?"
"No way, considering the grand setup for the wedding, and I've always heard Mr. Fu treats Qiao Mo really well. It wouldn't make sense for him to back out at a time like this."
"It's also possible some unforeseen incident occurred. A man like him doesn't lack for women."
"But then again, if Mr. Fu really backs out at this time, Qiao Mo will become quite the laughingstock of Jiang City."
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