As long as you behave well at the wedding later, and don't mess it up, that will do.
Luo Qingli deliberately ate her breakfast slowly, watching Zhuo Yihan's anxious expression, she lowered her eyes and smiled slightly.
As long as Zhuo Yihan feels anxious, it's fine. Hopefully, in what time remains, Zhuo Yihan will understand.
It was almost half past eight when Luo Qingli finally finished her breakfast. By this time, Zhuo Yihan was practically unable to sit still.
From the hotel to Camille's wedding venue, it was only a half-hour drive. Upon arriving at the venue, Zhuo Yihan seemed even more uneasy than at the hotel.
"Uncle, do you think Senior Brother will whisk the bride away today? If he misses this chance, what will he do?" Luo Qingli couldn't help but worry. If Zhuo Yihan didn't do anything today, she would have to abduct the bride herself. She couldn't bear to let her marry someone else.
