Forced Marriage

Yin Fufeng's mood was extremely good along the way, and this good mood continued all the way until they reached the main hall.

"Why are you running? Get the hell in here! "

Yin Fufeng who had already turned around halfway froze. Hearing these words, he could only turn back reluctantly.

"Mother …"

The person seated in the main hall was Yin Fufeng's mother, and his overbearing attitude gave Yin Fufeng a bad premonition.

"Mother what mother, sit down!"

Old Mistress Yin was sitting high up in the hall with a serious look on her face.

Yin Fufeng had a bad premonition. Usually, the old lady's face would be so solemn, thinking that his recent mistakes were not worth the old lady's attention.

Yin Fufeng's face changed again and again.

"Mother, what wind brought you here?"