Preparing for the young master's wedding

After a long while, Huang minglin finally came back to his senses. He wanted to cry, but no tears came out. Let him cry, let him faint, let him die. Did he have to be so demoralizing?

He, Huang minglin, was already over 50 years old. How could he have suffered such a blow?

He wanted to find a hole to hide in.

"Cough cough ..."

After Huang minglin came back to his senses, he kept coughing.

A bodyguard in a black suit stood beside Huang minglin and looked after him carefully."Old master, are you alright? Should we call the doctor over?"

Huang minglin waved his hand. Could he say that he was provoked?

Back then, Yun Bilu had treated him with respect, helped him reconcile his father-son relationship, and even cooked for him. She was really nice.

However, just because he lowered his stance, he didn't take him seriously. This was all his, Huang minglin, doing.