Zhuo Yuqing was holding the phone, still reeling from her call with Bai Chengxi, when Liu Lian beside her nudged her: "Hey, I'm asking you, did you go home or not? Who was that on the phone?"
Zhuo Yuqing glanced at her and pursed her lips slightly: "I got married."
Liu Lian's eyes widened as big as brass bells, incredulously grabbing her shoulders and shaking her vehemently: "Zhuo Yuqing, you got married? You actually got married? When did this happen, you've been so secretive, not even telling me, ah ah ah, you're really not being a good friend."
"Liu Lian, don't shout, I didn't mean not to tell you, this just happened a few days ago, I was still figuring out how to tell you."
"Who is it? Tell me, who is it? Who's the lucky guy who got to marry our Yuqing?" Liu Lian's professional habit kicked in again, insisting on prying into the details.
"Bai Chengxi." Zhuo Yuqing was now able to say the name Bai Chengxi very naturally, subconsciously accepting the fact that she was married.
