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Leng Wanxin set down the bottle of liquor, squatted down to inspect Feng Qinglang's injuries on the ground, but he pushed her hand away, "Who asked for your help? Get lost!"
Leng Wanxin abruptly stood up, her gaze turning cold, "I'm not helping you, I just don't want my groom to be absent tomorrow because of serious injuries at the wedding."
"Rest assured, as long as I'm not dead, even if I have to crawl, I'll crawl to the wedding."
Feng Qinglang, clutching his bleeding forehead, sat up, and with furrowed brows said to Leng Wanxin, "Look at you now, your head covered in blood, nearly getting your face disfigured, you'll definitely be the ugliest bride in the world tomorrow."
"You're not that handsome yourself."
Leng Wanxin glanced at him disdainfully and said, "Maybe you'll end up as a crippled groom."
"Alright, stop arguing! Let's all go to the hospital!"
