"I am her closest relative; it should be me carrying her on my back! You little radish, if you carry her and she falls, it will be a laughingstock!" Shen Songming huffed. When the time came, he intended to hold Pei Qin and lift her into the palanquin, vexing that blind jerk for a lifetime!
Chang Yonglin also wanted to get involved, "I'm Sister Qin's brother too! Stop fighting, just let me carry Sister Qin!"
"Get lost!"
"Get lost!"
Both men roared at him in unison.
Chang Yonglin shrank his neck, feeling somewhat wronged as he approached Pei Qin, "Sister Qin, look at the two of them, they're almost like fighting roosters! May I carry you to the wedding palanquin, please?"
Sun Xiujin glanced at Shen Songming and, smiling, said to Pei Qin, "Wendong is really still too young. If he carries you, he might accidentally drop you..." She was pregnant now, after all.
"Let's see who wins," Pei Qin chuckled.
