He reacted quickly, grabbing Xie Qinghuan into his arms as soon as the fabric ripped, wrapping her with his suit.
Ridiculous!
He hadn't even seen it himself, how could he let others see!
Xie Qinghuan's face turned ashen, glaring at him through gritted teeth: "Yan! Yi! Heng!"
He held the woman tightly in his arms, her chest pressed against his, feeling as soft as his heart: "Tsk tsk, you actually remembered my name."
Facing her fiery eyes, he continued, "Why are you angry? I'll pay for ten new ones for you, okay?"
"Get lost!" Xie Qinghuan shoved him away, not caring at all about the exposure.
Holding up the neckline with both hands to prevent the dress from slipping, she turned and walked towards the prepared room under everyone's gaze.
Qiao Mo was a bit dumbfounded watching the two of them, wondering if they were just not compatible.
Checking the time, Qiao Mo looked around again.
Yan Jiu was here, but where was Fu Nancheng? Why hadn't he arrived yet?
