Grandpa Fuapos;s Ful

The moment the locker room door opened, his gaze fell squarely on Mu Xing, his heart pounding in his chest.,Mrs. Fu, the elderly matriarch, sat in the front row of the guest seats. Since yesterday when her grandson called and invited her to attend the wedding today, a smile had not left her face.,Mu Xing stood at the entrance, dressed in a pure white wedding dress, holding a diamond bouquet. Through her veil, she gazed longingly at the man on the altar.。