At this moment, Xiaoxiao was utterly furious.
That person in Anding Village clearly knew she was married to Yang Ming, and they even had a child.
Yet he still wanted to do this kind of forceful marriage, simply intolerable?
If he wanted to marry, fine, let him marry; if she didn't make a scene, she wouldn't be Zhong Xiaoxiao.
Xiaoxiao stood up and tore all the celebratory items in the room to the ground, trampling them madly.
She didn't have scissors at hand; otherwise, she would have torn it all apart.
Tear apart? Yes, if these can't be torn, the books can be shredded!
She quickly walked to the table, picked up the books, and frantically tore them page by page.
The room wasn't big to begin with, and amidst Xiaoxiao's frenzied rampage, in no time, the interior looked like it was snowing, white everywhere.
Yet, she didn't feel satisfied and took the bridal garment and crazily stomped on it.
At this moment, Xiaoxiao was practically a complete lunatic.
