His steps were fast, and his slender legs were exchanged in an orderly manner. After a while, his tall figure disappeared outside the wedding venue.
Fang Chixia originally came to the wedding so late that the guests present didn't know what happened.
Now that this happened suddenly, a large group of people were even more confused.
"how so?"
"Yeah, what happened?"
"Where is the young master of the Luo family making such a fuss?"
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There were a lot of comments from the people around, in small tones, but out of fear of their noble status, they didn't speak too loudly.
Fang Chixia heard the chatter around her and felt the eyes on her, but she still didn't get up from Luo Yibei.
Her hands were still holding the hem of his clothes tightly, and her arms held him tightly, as if she never wanted to let go.
Mrs. Chris sat in the most important position in the guest seat, watching this scene calmly from beginning to end, her eyes fixed on her hand holding Luo Yibei's clothes, her sharp eyes darkening.
Luo Yibei squinted at her from the corner of his eyes and stared at her calmly. He could clearly see that her expression had changed, but he did not mean to remind Fang Chixia.
His expression seemed to be very happy, and he allowed Fang Chixia to press on him like this, without any intention of pushing her away from the beginning to the end.
This kind of him made Mrs. Chris' face become even darker.
After a long time, she said coldly, "Is it time to give me an explanation?"
Luo Yibei glanced at her sideways, took Fang Chixia's hand, helped her stand up, straightened the folds of his clothes as if nothing had happened, put a hand on her shoulder, and spoke in a clear and cold voice, unusually Calm, "I'm here to take my wife away!"
The word "wife" made the discussion on the scene even louder.
"You haven't divorced yet, where does Chris Castle sing?"
"Yes, yes, is the old lady confused?"
"Who knows! Two big families are competing for a daughter-in-law!"
The sound was thin and broken, like an exploding pot. It was low at first, then slowly got louder.
Luo Yibei glanced sideways at the groups of guests around him, and the curves of his face did not change at all due to the comments of the people around him.
"Master Fesnuo and my wife are just good friends. He has helped my wife time and time again when she encountered difficulties. I am very grateful, but other than that, there is nothing else."
"The old lady must have misunderstood this wedding. Everyone can understand the old lady's desire to have a grandson. You don't have to believe the various rumors about my wife and Fei Dian. There is no basis for it, not even any intimate photos. Do you think the rumors are credible?"
He glanced at everyone one by one, paused, and his tone suddenly became more serious, "Let me tell you very clearly that my wife's name from beginning to end is my Luo family's surname!"
His words didn't have much ups and downs from beginning to end.
In a few words, the relationship between Fesnuo and Fang Chixia was explained, as well as the title of Duchess Chris on Fang Chixia's head in recent times.
The old lady was sitting upright in her chair, holding the crutch tightly in her hands, her face turning green and white.
She had prepared so much, but he just cleared everything up in a few words
Luo Yibei ignored her intention, covered Fang Chixia's hand with his big hand, and strode out of the auditorium with her.
His steps were slow at first, but then, probably because he was in a turbulent mood, he suddenly pulled her and started running.