"Knot ... Married? You, you, you ... You ... Are you sure…"
"Aiya, why didn't you tell us about such a big thing?"
Han Tong was stunned for a moment before she exclaimed softly.
"I was afraid that you would say it. Sometimes, when I look back, I also feel that my marriage was a little sloppy. I didn't want to hear you nag me, so I kept it a secret."
Su Jin closed his eyes. He had a headache and his temples were throbbing.
"Are you not afraid now?"
Yang Jiahui tied up her messy hair and gently tapped her forehead as she asked angrily.
"I should have said so earlier," Su Jin said helplessly.
"Sister is indeed a little silly."
"But, a fool may have a fool's luck." Han Tong sighed.
Seeing that Yang Jiahui was about to say something, she quickly stopped her and said,
