Si Moyu and Ao Xinghao were exchanging pleasantries.
A voice full of merriment came from behind: "Dead ink fish, I can't believe Jue actually agreed to let you into his wedding, I'm truly amazed. Could it be that after a man gets married, he becomes relaxed enough not to care about his rivals? Tut tut, are you really here sincerely to wish him and my little sister-in-law a hundred years of happiness?"
Bai Chi was holding a fan, fanning himself in the cold weather, with a face eager to watch the commotion.
Si Moyu's face darkened: "A hundred years of happiness? He wishes. I'm here to see if he's forcing Miss Qin, and if she's unwilling to marry him, I'll take her away immediately."
Bai Chi: "…That's probably a bit difficult, but I love watching the commotion."
Ao Xinghao: "…Uncle, do you need help? I can do it."
The three men were wide-eyed, looking more like a wedding-crashing party than guests attending a wedding.
However, the problem was—
