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"You!" Zhao Kang was so angry that his face flushed red. His teeth were chattering.

Jia Qiulian did not need to explain anything. She did not say a single word.

If Han Cihui believed her, he would believe her even if she did not explain.

If Han Cihui did not believe her, no matter how she said it out loud, he still would not believe her.

Han Cihui's performance did not disappoint Jia Qiulian. He did not even look at her with questioning eyes. He just naturally pulled her into his arms. What he said to Zhao Kang was simply infuriating.

Jia Qiulian could not help but laugh in his arms. She lifted her head and looked at him gently.

Han Cihui was much taller than her. When she looked up at him from his embrace, she could only see his chin.

Perhaps because the wedding was such an important moment, Han Cihui's chin was very clean. He did not even have a beard.