Five minutes before the wedding banquet started, Shang Zonghai and Xiao Hongdao were still absent.
At this moment, the injured Xia Siyu arrived. She wore a dress paired with a buttoned off-the-shoulder shawl, cleverly concealing the bandage on her right arm.
Upon entering the hall, Xia Siyu followed Li Qiao's figure and walked over.
Midway, Xiao Yehui leisurely approached her.
Xia Siyu stopped and looked up, "Something you need?"
Xiao Yehui's gaze glided over her right arm, and his expression remained gentle, "Injured?"
"Are you asking knowingly?" Xia Siyu replied irritably, planning to bypass him from the side, "Didn't manage to die this time, sorry to disappoint you."
"Lao Wu..." Xiao Yehui sighed softly as Xia Siyu kept walking, "Thank Xiao Qi for me."
Xia Siyu didn't look back, "Say it yourself, I'm not passing messages for an animal."
Xiao Yehui watched her back with a complex look, closing his eyes, his expression turning slightly cold.
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