C463 My Real Husband(1)

In the hotel, the originally bustling hall was now deathly silent. A large group of guests sat in their seats, watching the bodyguards come and go, running up and down. The bodyguards' expressions were serious, as if something big had happened.

Gu Qing, who couldn't sit still in the presidential suite on the top floor, changed out of her white wedding dress and wore a fiery qipao. Gu Qing