Jian Ai looked up and glared at Wang Zichen coldly.
Her gaze was as cold as ice without a trace of warmth. It frightened Wang Zichen so much that his heart thumped.
Wang Zichen: "…"
Wang Zhichen shut his mouth. Jian Ai only looked at him once, then kept her gaze.
Wang Zichen was still shocked, but he was suspicious and angry in his heart. This Jian Ai was usually cowardly and spoke like a mosquito. How dare she glare at him like that?
No, he must have seen wrongly.
Wang Zichen would not admit that he had been frightened by Jian Ai's gaze.
Jian Ai's expression returned to normal. She looked at Yao Jiachi and said softly, "Don't worry about it. Just tell me if you want to go."
"I do. Of course, I do."
Yao Jiachi nodded excitedly. His handsome face was cute and charming when he smiled. Jian Ai's heart was bubbling when she saw this.
…
At five in the morning, everyone boarded the convoy to welcome the bride.
