"True heart? Weight?"
Qin Qingluo could no longer listen, and in extreme anger, she laughed instead. She suddenly felt that Min Ning, her confidant, was so unreasonable,
"Fine! You want weight, huh?"
She suddenly turned towards Chen Yi, the cold light in her snake-like eyes exploding like fireworks in this bridal chamber:
"Chen Yi, tell her, tell me! Tonight, here, in our wedding chamber, before we drink our wedding wine, who do you choose?!"
Almost at the same moment, Min Ning also took a step forward, her eyes determined to give it all, her voice equally firm:
"Chen Zunming! Speak! Are you going to give me an explanation?!"
Two gazes, two voices, like two peerless sharp blades, simultaneously slashed towards Chen Yi who stood frozen in the middle.
Chen Yi stood in place, suddenly feeling like he had fallen into an ice cave. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't have imagined that after the calm, it would escalate to such a tense situation.
