Everyone quickly moved aside.
Holy crap!
This was seen by reporters, and they can't explain themselves clearly. These days, reporters are grateful for everything, and they don't want to be on the front page.
Linghu Lan moved her fingers, wanting to give the old man a bad luck gift package, plus a horde of ghosts.
Sang Qin pressed her hand down and shook his head. "Not now. If you scare someone into having intermittent mental illness, then I'll win."
#Intermittent 'Mental Illness' Certificate: Once you have it, you need nothing else; with this certificate, you can walk sideways in the world.#
Linghu Lan: "..."
Mr. Sang, has your cunning side been activated?
Everyone burst into laughter, and someone in the crowd shouted.
"The old man has fainted from the heat. Let's hurry and take him to the police station. There's air conditioning there, so he can cool off!"
The old man: "..." You bunch of corrupt officials, can't you tell I'm getting old?
Several strong young men immediately lifted the old man up.
"Grandpa, come on, let us take you to the air-conditioned room."
"Get up!"
"Grandpa, hang in there. The car is ready. It's not good for you to do such unlucky things. Today, I'll let you share in the joy of the wedding car."
The old man was terrified; he was finally scared.
"No, I won't go! Put me down! The police are beating people!"
Everyone: "..." What a troublemaker!
Without saying a word, the group shoved the old man into the wedding car and drove off.
With no obstacles in sight, the wedding car set off smoothly.
Sang Qin's wildly beating heart finally calmed down. For a moment just now, he was terrified that what his father-in-law had said was true.
On the way, An Baopu thought for a moment, then made a call to the publicity department to make sure everything was in order before he breathed a sigh of relief and focused on the wedding.
The moment he handed Linghu Lan's hand to Sang Qin, he couldn't help but shed tears.
Although it's substandard cotton, it's still our own product, and it's really hard to give it up now.
Sang Qin hugged his father-in-law to comfort him, then took Linghu Lan's hand again and walked up to the platform.
The great Ms. Su Jingyi patted him on the shoulder and said seriously.
"Hey, look at our daughter, isn't she benefiting from my influence, just like you did back then?"
The somber mood of Comrade Ahn Po-pu was instantly ruined.
"..."
Ms. Su, I want to tell you this with all my heart: although your daughter did not inherit your beauty, she inherited your goofy genes by a full 100%.
An Baopu silently grumbled to himself for a moment, and finally said to Ms. Su Jingyi, "My wife is right, I benefited from this!"
Ms. Su Jingyi put down the forty-meter-long sword in her hand and smiled: "Yes, it's good that you know!"
At the start of the wedding.
A Taoist priest in his sixties quietly squeezed into the wedding venue.
I quietly watched the entire wedding from outside the crowd.
As the bride and groom exchanged rings, the Taoist priest silently uttered, "Amitabha!"
He moved his finger and flicked it lightly. A talisman flashed and quickly disappeared into the crowd, but a mysterious power somehow managed to affect Linghu Lan.
The Taoist priest chanted a few incantations in a low voice. When he saw Linghu Lan on the stage seem to have sensed something and tremble, he stopped chanting.
He glanced at the two of them, a smile playing on his lips, then walked out of the hall and left the wedding venue.
Linghu Lan glanced at the audience below. She felt something was different about herself, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Sang Qin also looked around.
only……
The Taoist priest had long since disappeared from the crowd.
The two were puzzled, but the joy of the wedding quickly dispelled their doubts, and they continued the wedding ceremony.
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