Chapter 580 Integration

• “Grandfather, this is my wedding!” Mo Han shouted.
• Old Mr. Mo turned over on the wheelchair as he looked at Mo Han before opening up calmly, “You? A wedding? Why would you think you will be getting one when you’re so ready to cast your life away?”
• Mo Han paused as he was at a loss of words. He turned around to point at Mu Qiao as he drew a breath. “Y-You are—” Mo Han then suddenly clutched his chest and panted for breath. Mrs. Mo quickly pressed on the call bell, and the two doctors came running to them.