With raging eyes, Ying strode over to Xin Zimen's side. She wanted to roll her eyes because obviously, she was looking for a fight, the only problem was that she had no sleeves to roll up. That's why she just flipped her hair crossed her arms over her chest and stood before Xin Zimen like a raging inferno.
"Oh, hello, Ying'er!"
Ying's lips twitched as she looked at Xin Zimen's smile and only got one thing out of her mouth and that too in a whining tone, "Ziziiii..."
Xin Zimen chuckled at her. "My Ying'er looks wow. Just wow!"
Ying snorted, "That's not helpful."
"Why not?" he questioned.
"You locked me out! And that too from my own best friend's wedding!" She was willing to understand his reasons but still.
"Aren't you here now?"
Ying opened her mouth and closed it, she opened it again and finally said, "That's different. The ceremony ended already."
