Lien Wenhe spoke sternly, "Zhaozhao, I know you wouldn't say such things lightly. What do you mean? Will Zhiyuan face a major disaster today?"
Yu Nianzhao crossed her arms and asked, "Has the auspicious time been moved forward?"
"Indeed, it was moved up by half an hour. The Tang Family came and said it was to avoid delaying the time, as the two families live at opposite ends of the street."
"Haha, did you see the groom?"
"Of course I saw him, but he didn't look well today. Apparently, he caught a cold, and his face was indeed quite pale," Lien Wenhe pondered.
"Are you sure that's your son-in-law?" Yu Nianzhao's words were shocking, and Lien Wenhe's heart sank.
Especially Shao, who, after thinking it over, felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity.
"Zhaozhao, you're talking nonsense. The one who came to receive her is certainly Tang Family's eldest son, Tang Zhiyang!" Ms Lien felt her words were eerie, giving her goosebumps.
