At once, Tang Muhan's eyebrows spread out. He quickly ran to the position of the red carpet, standing at the door waiting for the arrival of the bride.
Everyone's eyes turned to the door almost at the same time.
A golden carriage slowly approached the hall, which had a red ribbon attached to it.
Gu Qingli curled her lips and glanced at the man beside her.
Although she and Xi Moxiao have gotten certification, they have never had a wedding.
Now, when she saw this scene, she can't help feeling somehow in her heart.
Xi seemed to feel what she was thinking about, he came closer to her, and he lowered his voice and said, "If you like, I can arrange it at any time."
The ambiguous tone made Gu Qingli's ears a little red. "I don't understand what you're talking about."
Her eyes flickered and she did not dare to look at the man.
Her eyes fell on the carriage, not far behind, a familiar figure was reflected in her eye.