Su Aihong heard Xinyan's question: "He said he's your classmate, surname Jiang."
As soon as Xinyan heard this, she immediately got up and went to the front yard.
The call hadn't been hung up, so Xinyan quickly picked it up: "Hello Peiqin, is that you?"
"It's me, it's me. How's the bride-to-be doing, need me to come over and keep you company?"
"Are you done with things on your end?"
Jiang Peiqin leaned back on the sofa: "Yeah, all done."
Xinyan couldn't help but laugh: "This time there won't be any more accidents, right?"
Jiang Peiqin said a bit irritably: "If there's another problem, then let's not even get married; it means we're truly not meant to be together."
Xinyan understood what she was thinking: "Don't talk nonsense. You know perfectly well that Wenhao only has eyes for you."
Jiang Peiqin sighed lightly: "If something else goes wrong, I'm afraid I'll become a joke in the Beijing circle."
