The indoor vehicle took Tang Xian directly to the sports stadium.
Li Xiaoyu's attire was the same as always, always a dark gothic dress.
Women who were to marry into the Song Family would rarely leave their houses before the wedding, but Miss Li always had a different style.
She held Tang Xian's hand, and although he wanted to refuse at first, after seeing the girl's fierce glares several times, he didn't refuse too strongly, and in the end let Li Xiaoyu link arms with him.
It was somewhat like a father taking his daughter shopping.
"Aren't you afraid of running into someone from the Song Family?"
"At most, they'll just kill you, the adulterer. They wouldn't dare do anything to me."
Tang Xian was taken aback; her reasoning made sense, though he was not an adulterer.
"I'll just say I'm your uncle."
"You're taking advantage of me!"
