"Crazy! Utter madness! Han Zhuoli must be crazy!" Zhuang Tingting screeched. "He's actually kissing Lu Man! Oh my god!"
Han Zhuoli and Lu Man were still kissing deeply on their screens.
To be more precise, Han Zhuoli was kissing Lu Man deeply.
Lu Man was held tightly by Han Zhuoli, unable to do anything.
And Han Zhuoli was still unwilling to let her go.
Fan Xiyue suddenly turned around stiffly, an expression of disbelief on her face. "Guys… Could Lu Man actually be Han Zhuoli's wife?"
"If we think about it, the timings when Han Zhuoli and Lu Man announced their engagement and marriage were very close to one another. And didn't Han Zhuofeng call Lu Man sister-in-law? He's also a Han. Han Zhuoli, Han Zhuofeng. Sounds just like a pair of brothers," Fan Xiyue analyzed, her thoughts clear as day all of a sudden.
"Impossible! The rings are different!" Zhuang Tingting was deadset on her opinion, refusing to admit the truth.
