"Ni Yue!" These two words nearly burst through Zhan Qipei's clenched teeth, a dangerous gleam swirling in his narrowed eyes.
His wife, she truly plays both sides.
Ni Yue clicked her tongue, "It's no use what you say. As long as Qiao Qiao agrees, that's enough."
Zhan Qipei's face was so dark it seemed he could drip water, his gaze eerily fixed on Ni Yue.
Qiao Jing couldn't be bothered with the two of them, walking out to the balcony for some peace and quiet.
A few days later, the wedding day of Lin Xiuxiang and Tang Yan arrived.
Qiao Jing was wearing the bridesmaid dress prepared by Ni Yue and looked at herself in the mirror for a while. She frowned slightly and asked, "What does Xiangxiang's wedding dress look like?"
Ready with her phone, Ni Yue promptly found Lin Xiuxiang's attire for the day and handed the phone to Qiao Jing, "Here, this set, pretty isn't it? I designed it, how could it possibly be ugly?!"