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Shen Shuci was also standing by the window at this time, his lips tightly pursed, watching the people outside.
He clearly arrived in a hurry, unlike the other groomsmen, his hair was neatly trimmed short, impossible to style with a side-parted slick-back like Qi Zeyan's. Dressed in a black suit, Qi Zeyan looked dashing, whereas he emanated a certain rigid coolness.
At this moment, having removed his jacket, he was broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, his muscles, not overly exaggerated like some bodybuilders, seemed to store strength in every inch.
"You just got back, take a rest, I can handle it," Jiang Yanting could tell that Shen Shuci must have just arrived in Beijing. As a brother, he was already content that he had traveled thousands of miles to attend his wedding.
"Today you're getting married, we came to support you. You just need to be the groom, don't worry about anything else."
