Cheng Liyue also felt the commotion under the platform and her heart tightened. Beside her, Lanjia said softly, "Little Shi, quickly say that I am willing."
Cheng Liyue bit her lips and took a deep breath. In front of God, she had to say something against her conscience.
"I... "
Before she could finish her sentence, the tightly shut auditorium's door suddenly opened from the outside. It was forcefully pushed open by someone. There was a loud bang. It sounded exceptionally loud.
A furious voice came, "Li Yue, you can't marry him."
This sudden situation made the guests turn their heads and look at the Oriental man in shock. Behind him, a group of bodyguards followed him in a scary speed. The most frightening thing was the man in front of them.
He was full of anger, but his eyes were fixed on the woman who was wearing a wedding dress and a hair veil on the stage. Even if her face was covered by the hair veil, he was very sure that this woman was Cheng Liyue.