Wu Xiaoxue's expression darkened when she opened the red pocket and saw the two pitiful 100 yuan bills inside it. She pointed at Ning Zhiyuan and exclaimed, "See? What did I say? You shouldn't have told her about our wedding, she only gave us 200 yuan, which is not even enough for me to eat breakfast. How can she do this? Each table at the wedding cost us 15,800 yuan, she came to eat and only gave us 200 yuan. Is she not embarrassed?"
"She did not stay to eat. She just left after giving me the money," Ning Zhiyuan refuted.
"You're very observant, there are so many people there today but you still remember if she ate. Ning Zhiyuan, what's up with you? Do you still have feelings for her?"
"Xiaoxue, you're thinking too much again. If I haven't forgotten her, would I still have married you?"
