Wen Jing said, "Lin Jiayu is the most reliable among all your ex-boyfriends."
Qin Xiang sighed, "Ah, everyone I found later was like him and yet not like him."
Wen Jing asked curiously, "You were looking for someone like him?"
Qin Xiang: "..."
She looked at Wen Jing speechlessly, "I realize it's really impossible to have a heart-to-heart with you, you romance-killer."
Wen Jing: "Who's romance, and why should I kill him?"
She glanced at Qin Xiang and walked away with a lift of her foot.
Qin Xiang called out to her from behind, "Idiot, I think you're just pretending to be dumb."
Then she put out the cigarette in her hand and followed Wen Jing out.
Mi Qiaoqiao and the groomsmen were still drinking. Her tolerance really wasn't a bluff; she was still steady as Mount Tai, while some of the groomsmen were already half-drunk.
The bride's relatives had mostly finished eating, and began to say their goodbyes and leave one after another.
