The trip wasn't far, and they reached the wedding venue in about half an hour, after Gu Qibao had finished bandaging him up.
Upon seeing this, Di Mingjue wondered, was this girl doing it on purpose?
Not only did she wrap his hand up like a rice dumpling, but she also tied a very lovely and large bow.
Di Mingjue was speechless, casting a cool glance at her, "Does gauze come free of charge?"
Gu Qibao puffed up her cheeks, "You were the one who said it had to look good."
Di Mingjue eyed her with a chilly gaze, then shifted his eyes to his own hand – it was unbearably ugly!
Looking at his cool face, Gu Qibao felt somewhat guilty, muttering, "If you don't like it, take it off."
The door was opened, and their driver respectfully waited outside, "Young Master, Mistress has arrived."
Di Mingjue glanced at Gu Qibao, "Nag."
Although his words were full of distaste, he didn't remove the bizarre bow, but took Gu Qibao's hand instead, "Get off the car."
