But the Xu Family didn't hold a wedding banquet at all.
They just pasted a few wedding character stickers at the door.
It doesn't resemble a proper wedding celebration at all.
Mo Lin slowly stepped forward.
The bald old man, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, saw Mo Lin approaching, stopped, and yelled at him:
"What are you doing?"
His face was filled with hostility, looking at Mo Lin as if he saw a mortal enemy.
"I want to go in and have a look." Since Mo Lin took on the task, he had to see it through to the end.
Leaving halfway through is out of the question?
He absolutely couldn't do that.
"No way." The bald old man refused without a second thought.
Saying this, he forcibly grabbed Xu Xian's hand and dragged her into the house.
A sharp look appeared in the depths of Mo Lin's eyes, lifting his palm, a black flame appeared in his hand.
"I'll say it again, I want to go in."
Mo Lin's tone intensified.
