Chu Ge's ink-black eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous, contemplative glint shooting out from within. Way too abnormal. Since yesterday, what happened between Han Wanwan and Lu Yunxiao had already made him suspicious. Add today's theatrical wedding, and now this woman who'd always hated him to the bone suddenly showing up in front of him like this—he couldn't help but doubt she had an agenda.
Han Wanwan saw Chu Ge standing there without moving, even watching her strike all these poses with a cold, indifferent face, and while she felt frustrated, she was also unwilling to give up.
She climbed straight down from the bed. Since Chu Ge wouldn't move, then she'd just be a bit more proactive.
Han Wanwan stepped barefoot onto the soft white Persian carpet, walking slowly, light on her feet, closing the distance to Chu Ge one step at a time.
