Shen Zhaoli rolled up the car window, straight-faced, and said, "So even if you really find anything, don't tell me. If you want to find him, just go!"
Bian Yue smiled, "Really? I thought the moment I got on the plane, you would directly complain to your brother."
"What do I have to complain about? If you reconcile with Shen Jinci eventually, I, the messenger, would just end up feeling unjustly treated from both sides." Shen Zhaoli said earnestly, "Bian Yue, if you really want to find him, just go! I'll act as if I know nothing."
A hint of smile on Bian Yue's face faded, she looked at Shen Zhaoli's serious expression, restraining her previously joking demeanor, she earnestly said, "I understand what you mean, thank you."
The car stopped in front of the wedding hall.
It was the Li Family's private vineyard which wasn't open to the public on ordinary days, and probably only Bian Yue among those present had been here before.
