However, before he could speak, Xia Zheng had already thrown away the red silk in his hand, leaned over directly, and embraced the equally bewildered bride in his arms.
The hall fell silent instantly; everyone blinked, somewhat surprised by Xia Zheng's behavior, yet not finding it all that unexpected.
"Today, I, Xia Zheng, have married. From now on, Lin Yuan is my woman! Everyone present, remember this: don't mess with my woman, or else, I'll make it clear to you!"
Xia Zheng's bold and harsh words suddenly resonated in the hall, leaving the guests bewildered and dumbfounded.
What does it mean not to mess with his woman? As if they had often bullied Lin Yuan before!
No, that isn't the point. The point is, why did this guy suddenly shout such a phrase?
At this moment, Xia Zheng stood tall, holding a person in his arms, yet his back was straight, and his imposing manner was unmatched. His words carried a certain majesty that made people dare not meet his gaze.
