"Old Mr. Wen, today's wedding has already ended."
"...!?"
Wen Liangyu rose to his feet, and with his cane, he struck the ground fiercely, his presence intimidating.
Zhuo Ting's eyes narrowed slightly, but he asked in an unhurried tone,
"I trust Secretary Qu will give us a logical explanation. Mr. President had just expressed his heartfelt feelings so deeply, and now, the bride isn't even present, and the wedding is over... it's a bit too much of a farce, isn't it?"
"Vice President Zhuo does understand Mr. President quite well."
Though Qu Yu hadn't expected Zhuo Ting to interject at this moment, his response was quite face-saving for Wen Nian.
