Hearing the name Ye Tian, Fang Xueyi became particularly sensitive and quickly turned her head to look.
"Xinran, look at this license plate, do you think your fake boyfriend would be so high up?"
Fang Xueyi snorted coldly, pursed her lips, and chuckled. An eight-eight-eight-eight license plate from the Capital City was enough to scare anyone.
Zhang Xinran's gaze fell on the license plate, and the initially bright light in her eyes dimmed again.
Yes, an eight-eight-eight-eight plate was unique to the military, indicating a person of immense power inside.
From the rearview mirror, Fang Xueyi saw the disappointed look on Zhang Xinran's face, feeling somewhat triumphant, and continued, "With your mother's knowledge, this car should be carrying a general."
"I never expected this wedding to even involve the military, truly impressive."
Zhang Xinran let out a long sigh, indeed, my fake boyfriend.
How could he be a great general?
