"What are you still stunned about? It's going to be delayed if we linger any longer! "

Master Yi roared, and people were busy helping the bride to walk towards the wedding car.

Song Mei-jian stood beside her with a dark face and her fingertips pinched slightly white.

Chu Qiao was trying to catch up, but he was stopped by Yi Qingchen.

"Do you have a big stomach or ride in the back car with your mom? I'm more assured that your mom will take care of you."

"Yes, just follow me in a car."

She was busy going forward in peace and helped Chu Qiao to the end of...