The confidant beside him walked over with a phone, "Eldest Young Master, a call just came from America saying the madam is looking for you..."
"Let her keep searching," Mo Beiyan waved his hand, "I don't want to go back for the time being."
"But..."
Mo Beiyan raised his hand and touched his nose, a sign that he was angry. Seeing this, the confidant dared not say more and kept his mouth shut.
After the bridal sedan was lifted out, several prepared sedan carriers and bridesmaids also came out together, looking almost identical to those individuals just now.
Inside the sedan, the bride was also wearing the Phoenix Crown and Cape, with a crimson hood covering her head.
Han Qingqing clutched the handkerchief tightly in her hand, her palms filled with sweat.
