Duan Xiuqi had been in the entertainment industry for twenty years, participating in various kinds and sizes of variety shows, and was just playing a small game to find things with this group of people.
Pressured by the crowd, Duan Xiuqi quickly checked the corners of the room and found nothing, then walked over to the desk and opened a drawer with a swoop!
Someone in the crowd jeered, "Has the third master been dazzled by the beauty of his bride? How could a high heel fit in a drawer?"
Tong Yunrou gently touched her face and smiled blissfully.
So what if Bai Chuwei was Bai Chu?
What did it matter if the Tong Family went bankrupt?
In the end, Duan Xiuqi would still marry her! Now, didn't he have to obediently play the game and later carry her to the wedding car like a princess?
But Duan Xiuqi's movements seemed to have halted.
Duan Xiuqi's hand instantly stiffened, his eyes fixed on the notebook in the drawer.
