Nan Jiaojiao's lips curled slightly, "Alright."
Ye Shiqing picked up the veil and held it up above Nan Jiaojiao's head, her hand clutching a black hairpin, she pushed it vehemently into Nan Jiaojiao's hair.
Unfortunately, she didn't succeed, as Nan Jiaojiao backhanded her a slap on the face, just unlucky enough that there was a chair behind Ye Shiqing's bent knees. She stumbled backward several steps, tripping into an awkward sprawl.
"Nan Jiaojiao!"
"What are you yelling for?"
Nan Jiaojiao scolded coldly, her gaze indifferently withdrawn, "Last night, you weren't calling out like this in my fiancé's bed."
"You..." Ye Shiqing was stunned, glancing around frantically, as everyone's eyes fell on her.
Whispering and pointing, with disdain.
Ye Shiqing began to cry pitifully, "Sister, why are you so against me? I'm your family, and I'm the only one from our home here to send you off..."
"You do know you're here to send me off to get married?"
