Only to see Chen Longxiang stride forward and block Fang Ru before me, heading directly to the main seat on the left side of the hall, where he boldly sat down.
Chen Longxiang raised his head proudly, looking at Fang Ru with a provocative glint in his eyes. He gestured to the side chair, saying, "I have never liked being beneath others. Fang Ru, you can sit over there instead!"
The casual demeanor.
The arrogant, commanding tone.
Frost seemed to form over Fang Ru's face.
A noble lord of the Holy Land Baiyu Capital, and the father of Fang Qingzhu.
Yet, on his daughter's wedding day, he was relegated to the side seat.
What a humiliation this was!
"What's wrong? Do you have a problem with this?" Chen Longxiang frowned and said.
A gleam of icy sharpness flashed in Fang Ru's eyes.
Just as he was about to speak.
Wu Qian stepped forward deferentially and said to Chen Longxiang, "Ancestor, the guests have all arrived, and the auspicious hour is near…"
