At these words, there was a sharp intake of breath among the crowd walking by.
So the venue was privately booked...
They didn't even qualify to host a banquet here, yet Mo Qishen had booked the entire place. Just how extravagant was this?
But then again, considering it was all arranged by Mr. Mog, it suddenly seemed reasonable.
Entering the main wedding venue.
The grand hall was enormous, and it was already filled with numerous guests.
"Isn't that the big shot from F Country?"
"Oh my goodness, that's the second-in-command from M Country!"
"That's the leader of the Desert Country!"
"..."
These were figures who usually only appeared in international news headlines—why were they here at Mo Qishen's wedding?
Old Master Mo froze, stammering, "Did w-we come to the wrong place?"
Old Madam Mo was stunned as well.
Mo Baichuan frowned.
Something felt off—everything seemed wrong. He hadn't pieced it together earlier while in the car.
