Ji Chun was not resigned.
For some reason, as he looked at Qin Mo, he felt she was even more radiant and coldly alluring than she had been five years ago. He had grown somewhat tired of Qin Xue but could not help but cater to her. Meanwhile, the impression Qin Mo left in his heart grew ever deeper.
Qin Mo's eyes were full of mockery, marrying was just right.
This pair of despicable lovers would no longer afflict anyone else.
"Today is not a good day," the man's eyes flashed with a touch of cruelty, his voice low and composed, "It's not suitable for them to get married."
Ying Yao swallowed hard, "Director, what do you think?"
"Yes, yes… Young Master Chu is right," the middle-aged man dared not resist, Chu Yiqin had already spoken his piece.