Everyone was stunned.
At this moment, a cleaning lady sweeping the floor exclaimed, "Isn't this the bride's room?"
The crowd looked at her in disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.
This middle-aged woman had probably never been stared at by so many important people in her life, and she stuttered, "This... this is the bride's rest room. I heard the manager say it, is there something wrong?"
She reluctantly spoke the words her daughter taught her, her neck shrinking, not daring to breathe loudly, afraid that these people might notice something.
"The bride is doing her makeup here?"
The others didn't think much about it. Mainly, they didn't imagine that a cleaning lady would dare to lie, and it instantly caused an uproar.
"Then who is the person inside?"
"Impossible, right?"
The person inside is the bride, but who is the man? Why did Mrs. Han insist on coming in? Could it be that the man inside is Han Feng from the Han family who deals in real estate?
This...
