Yang Youli said, "This might not be a good idea..."
"You've officiated countless weddings where everyone was happily drinking wine; it's just a matter of shouting a few lines. You've even hosted the Mu Family's wedding in the neighboring village. We're really counting on you."
"Fine, fine." Yang Youli stood by the podium and called out loudly, "Bow to heaven and earth!"
Su Qingyue and Xiao Yuchuan, each holding one end of the red silk, bowed in the direction of the door.
Their gaze wasn't just fixed on Xiao Yishan, whose fists were clenched tight, the veins on his hands bulging as if he were on the brink of exploding.
In front of the crowd, Xiao Qinghe's face was as pale as paper. His slender fingers gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly, and his clear eyes were filled with despair.
Tao Meijiao stood beside the wheelchair, watching Xiao Qinghe nervously, fearing he might impulsively act like the second brother.