Wu Taotao was gnawing on chicken feet when suddenly, the chicken feet in her hands didn't taste good anymore.
She looked at Ye Ningwan: "Is it true what they said? Leng Ziqing is getting married?"
Ye Ningwan silently sighed in her heart.
On the way there, she had already drafted numerous backup plans in her mind, thinking about how to hide this from her.
Unexpectedly, she hadn't even used one, and it was exposed so quickly.
But come to think of it, the marriage between Leng Ziqing and Zhang Meimei, such a powerful family alliance, is bound to be the talk of Jiangcheng's social circles.
So trying to hide it was nearly impossible.
"Yeah, I only found out when I saw the invitation today."
"Forget it, it doesn't have anything to do with me anyway." Wu Taotao continued gnawing on the chicken feet.
But they didn't taste as joyful as before.
Ye Ningwan and Ye Shao exchanged a glance.
Ye Shao stood up: "I'm going to the restroom."
