"I'll be right there.", the girl sighed, making her way to Mo Zixuan, upon the stage. She wasn't even shocked anymore. This was her life, after all. A pinch of drama in everything around her was literally, a necessity. "You have the bomb squad equipments, right?"
"Yeah. I have everything else.", Ashfakh Ali answered, glancing at the black bag in the backseat. through the rearview mirror.
Rong Xinghe reached the stage and disconnected the call as she whispered into her brother's ear, "I will have to leave for an hour or so. Will that be okay, Bro Mo?"
"Where are you going? You can't just bail on me, on my wedding day, Xinghe.", Mo Zixuan frowned.
"Um... Kind of an explosive emergency.", the girl scratched her head awkwardly, "Moreover, you have been pronounced husband and wife already. How much more of a wedding do you want?
"I will be back before the wedding dinner, okay? Promise."
