"Uh..." The groom froze, scratching his head and casting a glance at Chen Yiran.
"Alright, alright, looking at someone won't help." Before Chen Yiran could say anything, her bridesmaid flicked the red paper from her hand, elegantly unfolding it, then turned to the groom, "Come, come, recite the pledge first. The best man better learn something as well, who knows, you might need it when you get married."
Chen Yiran looked at her bridesmaid, then at Tianxin, and simply pursed her lips in laughter.
The groom hastily accepted the piece of red paper. Upon first glance, he saw the seven big characters in the middle of the page – "Post-Marital Unequal Treaty".
The noisy relatives around finally quieted down a bit. The photographer found a proper position, aiming at the groom, ready to capture this perfect moment of humiliation.
