As Fang Jinqiu was bowing, he suddenly heard such an impolite voice. His half-bowed body instantly paused, then he raised his head in anger and shouted, "Who is it?"
Upon hearing this voice, everyone on the square also turned back in astonishment to look.
The bride standing next to Fang Jinqiu couldn't help but shiver slightly.
Only Ma Jun, sitting in a corner of the square, showed a hint of delight in his eyes.
Although his mouth couldn't open, his heart was frantically calling out a name: "Boss—"
Sure enough, in the middle of the square stood a solitary figure.
This person was only about twenty years old, very young, yet his face was cold, and his eyes emitted a chilling murderous intent.
This person was Wang Yan.
Seeing the unfamiliar yet very young Wang Yan, Fang Jinqiu couldn't help but become even more furious, shouting, "Who are you? Whose disciple are you? How dare you speak nonsense here."
Saying this, Fang Jinqiu was about to rush towards Wang Yan.
