Tong Yunrou clutched her ears and let out a shriek. Duan Xiuqi didn't know…? Was he testing her just now?
"Xiuqi, don't go, marry me…"
With a thud, Tong Yunrou fell to the ground, crying out in desolation.
Her eyes glazed over, Tong Yunrou stared ahead blankly. Her wedding… was over?
What about the Tong Family…?
If she couldn't become the third lady of the Duan Family, the Tong Family would be bankrupt too…
From a top socialite heiress to an ordinary woman? How could she ever accept this downfall?!
"No, this can't be… Duan Xiuqi, you have to marry me!" Tong Yunrou murmured to herself and suddenly sprang up from the ground, chasing after him outside.
As all the onlookers hurried out, Duan Feihan massaged his temples and began to deal with the aftermath.
Duan Xingye was utterly dumbfounded, looking at Duan Feihan, who was managing the situation with a touch of sympathy, he couldn't help saying, "Uncle, you've got it tough."
