Luo Xiao had not yet opened his mouth before Han Qingqing had already bypassed the wedding bed and walked to the wardrobe on the other end.
She reached out and forcefully pulled open the wardrobe door.
Bang—
With a loud crash, the person tied up inside lost their balance and fell outward.
Luo Xiao lay on his side, turning his head to face the eyes of the person who had emerged.
Both of them were utterly shocked.
No one expected to see each other again, let alone at such a moment and place.
Luo Xiao's mouth was wide open, disbelief written all over his face, "You..."
Fu Qingshuang's hands and feet were tightly bound, utterly immobilized, with a cloth stuffed in her mouth. She opened her eyes wide; she had heard the conversation between Han Qingqing and Luo Xiao clearly from inside the wardrobe. Today was his and Tong Ran's wedding day...
Her expression was sorrowful, tears welling up in her eyes, "Xiao..."
She couldn't bring herself to say the word.
