When Lin Zhiyi returned to the dining table, her eyes were red, and anyone could tell that she had cried.
Sang Ran put down her chopsticks and quickly handed her a tissue, "Zhiyi, what's wrong?"
Lin Zhiyi pinched the tissue, enduring the pain as she said, "It's nothing, I just accidentally rubbed soap into my eyes."
Hearing this, Wen Qing glanced at Lin Zhiyi's swollen eyes and gave a faint, embarrassed smile.
As she sipped her soup, she gave Mrs. He a meaningful look.
Mrs. He set down her chopsticks, adjusted the fur over her shoulders, and looked at Lin Zhiyi with pity.
"Lin Zhiyi, we've already talked to Third Young Master, and the wedding will be next week. A simple ceremony will do."
Lin Zhiyi slightly raised her eyes and coldly glanced at Gong Chen, "No need to ask me."