"Sir?" Unable to guess who it was, Xia Wan'an asked again: "Didn't he leave a name?"
"No, the person was very mysterious, said he is your admirer."
Admirer?
These three words nearly scared Xia Wan'an to her knees on the spot.
What kind of bullshit admirer was this? Could it be someone out to disrupt her newly blissful marriage?
Without thinking, Xia Wan'an hugged the dress sent to her by Han Jingnian's people tightly, shaking her head vehemently, pure-ly determined: "Since he gave you this dress to deliver, you can take it back and give it to him. I don't want it!"
"I'm sorry, Miss Xia, the person only instructed me to deliver the dress, but didn't leave an address, name, or contact method. I can't return the dress, so you have to sign for it." As he spoke, the man delivering the dress lifted the box he was holding, showing the neatly folded dress inside to Xia Wan'an.
Just one glance at the dress made Xia Wan'an's heart pound even more.
