At this moment, Lan Xiyu seized Tong Yiyue's hand, and a chilling murderous aura emerged in his deep blue eyes, "Try touching her again?"
Tong Yiyue felt somewhat intimidated; it wasn't only that Lan Xiyu's gaze was frightening, but also the strength in his hand seemed like it was about to crush her hand.
But... she absolutely couldn't back down.
Today was her wedding day, and no one could ruin it for her, not even if the King of Heaven himself showed up.
She stubbornly held her head high, her eyes filled with anger, "Young Master Lan, I hope you won't meddle in other people's business. She stole my wedding ring; it's her fault. Tell her to hand over the wedding ring immediately, and I will leave right away!"
"She has been with me the whole time. Am I not clear about whether she stole your wedding ring or not?"
"The two of you are going to get married; of course you're in cahoots, and naturally, you would speak up for her!"
