"With just ten minutes left and considering Beijing's traffic at this time, I'm afraid your dress might not get here on time,"
Chi Mu, with a smirk, giggled: "Well, I'm too lazy to waste my time with you here, so you can wait while I go in..."
As she said this, Chi Mu stood up, adjusted her hair, and began to walk towards the venue. However, only a few steps in, she was abruptly halted by something...
She frowned, turning to look at her wrist, she found a soft handcuff attached to it. The other end of the handcuff was secured around Xia Wan'an's wrist.
When on earth did Xia Wan'an put this handcuff on her?
Overwhelmingly surprised, Chi Mu looked up at Xia Wan'an, "You let me go!"
In response to Chi Mu's frustration, Xia Wan'an glanced curiously at the handcuffs on her wrist, and then began to swing her arm playfully, as if they were playing house, causing Chi Mu's arm to swing along with hers.
