Mou Xiao followed behind Feng Zheyu into the small chapel, and Feng Zheyu asked, "Where's the Priest?"
On the way here, Feng Zheyu had already told Mou Xiao to contact the Priest who would preside over the wedding ceremony.
"Master, the Priest might…"
With so many people in the Feng Family opposing it, the Priest naturally didn't dare officiate for Feng Zheyu.
"Go get the Priest here for me! If he won't come, drag him here tied up if you have to!"
Feng Zheyu's temperament had always been icy and rational; he had never lost his temper or gotten angry at anyone.
This was the first time Mou Xiao saw the blazing flames burning in Feng Zheyu's eyes, the low growl erupting from his throat.
Mou Xiao was intimidated by this side of Feng Zheyu, and he instinctively took a step back.
He had originally wanted to persuade Feng Zheyu as well.
A woman like Lu Xiaoyou must not be married.
But under Feng Zheyu's freezing aura, Mou Xiao had no choice but to obey his orders.
