Two Pairs of Eyes Met, Like an Explosion Caused by the Collision Between Two Icebergs in the North Pole

In a few moments, Mo Jingshen expressionlessly backed An Shuyan into a corner.

Such a turn of events was something no one had expected, nor had prepared for. Like this, Mo Jingshen pushed them to move without realizing.

After that, Mo Jingshen casually exchanged a few more words with Mr. Wilson, recommending one of his friends in America who specialized in creative wedding planning. It was as though everything had already been decided.

Father An was about to say something when Mo Jingshen smiled mildly toward the person behind him who was in charge of one Hai City's local business, speaking quietly and ending the previous topic.

An Shuyan darkly gripped her skirt. Because Mr. Wilson was right by her side, she could not show much unhappiness. She forcefully maintained her calm and said, "I'm not feeling too well. I'll head to the restroom."

After finishing her words, she turned around and hurried toward the restroom.