Waylon Gray raised his eyebrows and looked at a strange place, but there was still a slight impression in his memory. That was the wedding room that the old man had specially prepared for him and the bitch Amanda Quinston.

It was just that in the past three years, he had never come back.

He did not know what to think of, and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Help me in." Waylon Gray stretched out his hand to Alena Wright bossily.

Alena Wright was about to refuse, but when she saw that Waylon Gray's face was a little pale, her heart suddenly tightened.

Forget it, forget it,...