Fortunately, although Zhu Qianyun had the potential to be sickly sweet, or maybe she had already shown certain traits, she was still reasonable.
"You see, I told you Qianyun is reasonable."
Tied to the bed, Zhou Li said with a brilliant smile to Tang Wan, who was bundled up in a quilt beside him:
"It's just a trifle, not worth fussing over. You should just accept Qianyun now, have some pineapple, fix your hair, and then close the door to share in bliss. When the time comes, I'll be your witness and even scramble for some wedding candies, but I won't be giving any money."
"No way!"
Tang Wan, flopping like a salted fish, struggled violently and roared like a kitten: "You have to give money!"
"Stop moving!"
Zhu Qianyun tightened the ropes and said irritably: "You two zip it, I'm going to call Daoist Zhuge right now, and after the exorcism, you can say whatever you want."
As a normal person, Zhu Qianyun wouldn't tie them up over something like this because she was jealous.