As she took out the wedding dress, someone entered from outside—or more accurately, flew in through the window.
Who else could it be but Song Ze?
"Ranran, come with me." He wrapped his arms around Ye Ranran's waist, leading her toward the window.
Ye Ranran laughed, covering her mouth, "You're not planning to elope with me, are you? I would never do such a thing."
"My second brother is going to blow up this place," Song Ze said, his face grave, his voice laced with urgency.
Ye Ranran's smile faded, "What did you say?"
"There's no time to explain, just go, now, with me."
In her haste, Ye Ranran grabbed the bag containing the wedding dress, trying to pack it up.
Song Ze, already by the window, gritted his teeth in frustration, "What are you doing with that at a time like this?"
"This was custom-made for me by Mo Han, he chose it himself," Ye Ranran caressed the wedding dress.
