Lan Yingjun clenched his teeth, and just thinking about Qin Xin marrying Nalan Ye Jue, he felt suffocated. He couldn't help but blurt out, "Qin Xin, you're only concerned with mocking me. Don't you think, is what you're doing really right?"
"You disappeared without a word, everyone thought you were dead! As a man, do I have to be a widower because of you?"
"You came back and got engaged to another man, do you think I'm happy about that? I'm also very angry!"
"Mr. Nalan is my little cousin uncle, how am I supposed to handle that when you marry him?"
"Besides, what am I lacking compared to him? He's just a cripple, a limping..."
Before he could finish speaking.
Suddenly.
His hand was empty.
Then came a sudden sting and chill on top of his head!
It turned out that while he was still crazily complaining about Nalan Ye Jue, Qin Xin snatched the wine glass from his hand and smashed it over his head with a "bang——".
Red wine flowed down his hair, covering his face and mouth.
