Gao Yang shivered uncontrollably, she knew that Lu Xiaoyou had been filming a variety show in the Jinling Military Region recently, and Lu Xiaoyou had many opportunities to meet Long Yinghua.
At that moment, Lu Xiaoyou lifted her other hand, in which she held a cellphone.
When Gao Yang saw "Recording in progress" displayed on the cell phone screen, she closed her eyes in despair. Once Lu Xiaoyou handed the recording over to Long Yinghua, she would be a dead woman!
"Gao Yang, from now on, you will obediently listen to me..."
The smile on Lu Xiaoyou's face was radiant, like a little devil flapping bat wings.
"Thump, thump, thump!" Someone knocked on the car window. Lu Xiaoyou turned and lowered the window.
"Young Marquis, Miss Lu, come quick! The bride has run away from the wedding!"
