Regardless of whether he regretted it or not, from Leng Yerong's point of view, his father had been treated cruelly all his life. As he thought about it, Leng Yerong's gaze darkened.
Leng Yejin took out his phone and deleted some of his phone numbers and emails. At the same time, he sent Black Eagle a text message and gave him another phone number.
At this moment, the wedding ceremony had ended. Everyone turned to the outside of the church. The bride wanted to throw the flowers, and many unmarried girls rushed over, wanting to snatch the flowers.
"Hurry up and snatch it." Leng Yejin raised his chin at Tong Lu.
"I'm not snatching, I'm snatching only when I'm unmarried. I'm already your wife, why would I snatching? If you want to snatch it, go snatch it. "
She was angry and didn't want him to take risks, but she couldn't persuade him. He had always been like this, basically ignoring other people's opinions.