"Why ask when you already know?"
"Don't you realize it's almost our turn to go on stage for the wedding wine? By leaving, how am I supposed to save face in front of all these people?" Sheng Miao clenched her fists, her voice cold and firm. "I forbid you to go."
Mo Shiche lifted his hand and easily brushed her aside by her shoulder.
However, Sheng Miao seized the opportunity to grab his hand and held on tight. "Mo Shiche! Can you not understand what I'm saying? Today is our wedding. I will not allow you to go find Sheng Tang. You must go on stage and have the wedding wine with me. If you dare to leave, I swear I won't spare Little Peach!"
