Qiao Xiaon'an walked in with graceful strides, bypassing Yuan Yifan without waiting for an invitation.
She glanced around at the opulent hotel suites, then seated herself on a European-style sofa, "Chu Nantian is quite good to you. Holding your wedding in this luxurious hotel, congratulations."
Yuan Yifan looked at the door and firmly closed it, then bolted it.
As if, she was afraid of being discovered.
Qiao Xiaon'an's gaze swept lightly over the closed door, "Why? Fearful people will hear, or have you done something guilty?"
"I have not wronged you," Yuan Yifan responded, as she walked over with her long wedding dress train flowing behind her. She poured tea with a gracious air, "That day, it was Nantian who was drunk and mistook me for you. He got into the wrong bed."
"If it were before, I would have truly believed that Chu Nantian was drunk," Xiaon'an said incredulously.
"…" Yuan Yifan was somewhat uneasy.
Qiao Xiaon'an stared at her unblinking.
