"Wen Nian, wait for me a second… my legs are killing me…"
Tang Xiaohua said this meaningfully for Tang Xiaohua to hear; when she passed by Tang Xiaohua, her gaze fluttered bashfully and bewilderedly.
Tang Xiaohua watched, not sure if it was just Bai Qiantan's imagination, but she seemed to see the corner of Tang Xiaohua's mouth twitch upward.
Just for a moment… as if she saw through her acting.
Looking closely again, her face was expressionless.
"…"
Bai Qiantan moved closer to Wen Nian, subconsciously wanting to take Wen Nian's hand, only to have Wen Nian glance at her sideways,
"I don't like it."
Although he spoke softly, Bai Qiantan truly worried that Tang Xiaohua behind them might hear. She made a face at Wen Nian and muttered quietly,
"Tch, like I enjoy touching you…"
The three of them walked towards the reception building's evening banquet hall.
The servants had already set the tableware, and the flowers on the banquet table were bright and fragrant.
