"Xiangxiang," Chu Lian's voice was sexy and full of magnetism.
Upon hearing that voice, Wang Xiangxiang's heart clenched in pain—it was the voice of the man she yearned for day and night.
She lifted her head and saw him standing at the door. He had come, he had rushed over the day before her wedding. Why did he have to come? She was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist falling into his arms again.
Chu Lian's arrival also surprised Xiaoxiao. Could it be that Acheng had found him? But didn't it seem a little late now?
At that moment, Chu Lian's eyes saw only Wang Xiangxiang; no one else existed for him. He walked towards her, step by step, until he stood before her, and with his trembling voice, he said, "Xiangxiang, are you really going to marry Han Yongsheng?"
Seeing this situation, Xiaoxiao felt it was necessary to give them space. She signaled everyone with her eyes, and the family quietly left the room.
Inside the room, only Wang Xiangxiang and Chu Lian were left.
