Just then, Zhang Xiaobei's face had taken a hard slap.
"Zhang Xiaobei, have you had enough? If you've had your fun, I need you to leave my wedding immediately. You're not welcome here,"
Tang Xiaowei's eyes were slightly red, her face deathly pale, trembling with anger.
Zhang Xiaobei's intentions were something Tang Xiaowei was well aware of, yet she was in no position to leave. To be precise, she couldn't leave.
If she left, then the entire Tang family would be doomed. She had no one to blame but her own hard fate, no one else's.
