Su Tingyan's face was alight with a smile like the clouds.
"Mr. Lin worries too much, I've got no interest in revisiting the past, especially not something that's already been nibbled on by a donkey."
"Su Tingyan, what are you saying?" Lai Meilin came over from behind, clearly upset.
"Oh, my apologies, I spoke too quickly and misspoke. I feel it's inappropriate too, as this implies that Qingqing is... you know. Qingqing, today is your big day, being happy is what matters most. Please don't take my words to heart—getting angry would bring bad luck. It was not easy setting this wedding up, what if it gets called off?"
"Su Tingyan, you've got a mouth like a crow, did you come here just to bring bad luck on purpose?"
Su Tingyan gave Lai Meilin a dismissive glance and didn't even bother to reply, showing utter disregard for her presence, which was even more surprising to everyone else.
