"Xue'er, it's not like that. I meant to take care of your sister, but you are so kind, you..."
Ji Chun hurriedly explained.
"Ah, my stomach, my stomach hurts... Brother Chun, could you take me to the hospital, please?" Qin Xue clutched her stomach and whined tearfully.
Qin Mo coldly observed from the side. She had clearly bumped into her lower back just now, but now it was her stomach that hurt.
"Ji Chun, don't forget what you promised."
Qin Mo winked at Ji Chun, stuffed the wedding invitation into her bag, and turned to leave the chaotic place.
"Brother Chun!"
Qin Xue reached out her arms for Ji Chun to hold her, wishing she could flay and debone Qin Mo. The thought of Ji Chun still liking Qin Mo made her heart ache like it was being gnawed by ants.
She wouldn't let that happen!
She glared maliciously at the back of Qin Mo, urging Ji Chun to hurry. Ji Chun also had a guilty conscience; he hadn't realized what Qin Xue was scheming.
"Sister!"