Zhao Youlin had thought that after experiencing those things, very few things could surprise her.
But in fact, she had overestimated her endurance.
When she received the wedding invitation from Luo Weibing, Zhao Youlin couldn't help but almost spit out the juice in her mouth, and then she began to doubt life.
"Ahem... that idiot is getting married? With whom?"
Mu Tingfeng stretched out his hand to help Zhao Youlin calm down, and said somewhat helplessly, "You've met the person he's going to marry."
"I've met her?" Zhao Youlin was stunned, and then she seemed to have thought of something. She opened her mouth and said with a surprised face, "Could it be... could it be your..."
Mu Tingfeng nodded, and Zhao Youlin almost collapsed on the sofa with laughter. She recalled the pitiful look that Luo Weibing had when he had called her to ask for help. She didn't need to guess to know how tragic Luo Weibing's marriage was.
