A loser who spouts frustrated and flustered sentiments only appears all the more pitiful.
Ultimately not saying a word, he abruptly stood up, straightened his clothes as he walked towards the door, "We'll leave in five minutes, don't waste my time."
Wen Meimei was startled, hurriedly asking, "Where are we going?"
Could it be to get a divorce?
"To attend a wedding." Qiao Chengxun did not look back, quickly vanishing outside the door.
Wen Meimei slightly frowned, the lingering haziness in her eyes entirely dissipated.
Was Qiao the King of Hell meaning to say that he would accompany her to attend her second sister's wedding?
Good lord, she couldn't be hallucinating, could she?
She suddenly emerged from the wardrobe, tidied up her dress, and walked to the mirror to retie her hair into a bun.
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The living room on the first floor.