Jiang Ruolan was starving. She got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to cook noodles. While waiting for the noodles to cook, Jiang Ruolan's mind went back to the call just now. She had fought for their marriage, so how can she be willing to admit defeat just like that.
She put down the bowl, picked up the phone again, and called Xian Zihao again. This time, the call was connected quickly. It was still Zhou Shufen. "Hello?"
Jiang Ruolan spoke into the phone lightly, "Miss Zhou, three days from now, at 9:58 am, I welcome you to my wedding. The ceremony will be held in the VIP Room on the first floor of the Halcyon Hotel. I will send an invitation card to you tomorrow."
There was a long silence and then a chuckled could be heard. "So it's you, Jiang Ruolan?"
"Don't forget to attend." Jiang Ruolan ignored Zhou Shufen's laughter and politely ended the call.
