The gazes of the people present began to change slightly. Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, repeatedly telling herself, he will co, he will definitely co.
A minute’s ti felt excruciatingly slow; every second Qiao Mo seed able to feel her blood coursing through her veins.
But if you say it’s fast, it’s incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, the clock’s hands pointed to six o’clock sharp.
The crowd, suppressed for so long, suddenly erupted like a kettle with its lid lifted off the boiling water.
"Why hasn’t Mr. Fu arrived yet? Have second thoughts maybe?"
"No way, considering the grand setup for the wedding, and I’ve always heard Mr. Fu treats Qiao Mo really well. It wouldn’t make sense for him to back out at a ti like this."
"It’s also possible so unforeseen incident occurred. A man like him doesn’t lack for won."
"But then again, if Mr. Fu really backs out at this ti, Qiao Mo will beco quite the laughingstock of Jiang City."
...
Good or bad, worried, mocking, kicking soone when they’re down, gossiping.
All sorts of voices buzzed in her ears.
And as ti ticked by, it was already past half-past nine.
The initially restless heart of Qiao Mo grew silent and calm as each second passed.
Will he still co back?
"Xiao Mo... I’ll call Fu Nancheng." Xie Qinghuan couldn’t bear it any longer, worriedly glanced at Qiao Mo, took her phone, and turned to a corner.
She dialed twice with Qiao Mo’s phone, but the line was persistently busy.
Xie Qinghuan grew anxious, switched to her mobile, and dialed his number using Qiao Mo’s phone.
But disappointingly, there was only the busy signal in her phone; the call couldn’t connect.
Xie Qinghuan’s heart sank, concernedly glancing at Qiao Mo in white at the red carpet’s end, feeling a stab of pity.
Damn Fu Nancheng! Where on earth did he go?
If he planned to back out of the wedding, why choose not to co at this exact mont!
Seeing the journalists already taking frantic shots and the crowd discussing, Xie Qinghuan was worried but couldn’t do anything about it.
Noticing Yan Jiu also making phone calls at a corner, she promptly walked over to him.
"How is it? What exactly is Fu Nancheng doing?"
Upon hearing her, Yan Yiheng lowered his phone, replying indifferently, "No answer."
"That bastard!" Xie Qinghuan fud.
Yan Jiu imdiately explained, "The third brother isn’t that kind of person; there must be a reason for his actions. All this ti, we’ve seen how he treats Qiao Mo; there’s no way he wants to back out of the marriage."
Xie Qinghuan replied coldly, "Don’t make your excuses sound so righteous; I don’t think you’re any good either."
Faced with inexplicable bla, Yan Yiheng felt helpless.
Yet he didn’t argue back but continued trying Fu Nancheng’s phone again.
But still, no one picked up, deepening his frown.
Logically, the third brother should have held this wedding in high regard; how could he suddenly disappear from such an important occasion? It makes no sense.
After thinking it over, he called Fifteen to inquire about the situation.
Fifteen could only say Yang Peiyun suddenly appeared, claiming it was about Qiao Mo, wishing to et Fu Nancheng, yet knew no further details.
Yan Jiu pondered for a while, guessing perhaps Yang Peiyun had sothing that forced the third brother to leave.
But the question is, what exactly could she have?
Ti flowed, ticking by second by second, and in a blink, it was already nine forty.
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