Seated below, Yan's father had a smirk on his lips.
"If it weren't for him, I would never have met my current husband. My ex-husband taught me a lot..." Wang Qingqing said on stage, sounding very sincere.
Lian Xinying just couldn't listen any longer.
It felt like her ears were poisoned.
The glass of orange juice at her side, with a 'bang', fell to the ground!
Lian Xinying did it on purpose, very obviously.
After she pushed the glass of orange juice to the ground, she didn't act surprised; she meant to tell everyone: I did it on purpose.
Ke Yawen, seeing her so brazen, was so angry her face turned red.
"Lian Xinying, if you don't know how to behave as a guest, then get out! No one invited you!"
Ke Yawen's table was adjacent to Lian Xinying's table.
Lian Xinying immediately retorted, "Is this your wedding? Are you the bride?"
That cold and composed gaze, compared to Ke Yawen's raging eyes, was more lethal.
Yan's father stood up immediately.
