Something Fishy

"Isn't that a bad idea?" Ye Muyu hesitated.

"No, if there's really something fishy, we'll know once we ask." Chu Heng casually said, "Besides, Ah Yu, if you keep it in your heart, you won't feel comfortable either. It's just a casual question. It's not a big deal."

Chu Heng did not think that he would disturb the other party at all, so he immediately called Han Zhuang over to ask.

In just a short while, the bridal sedan chair had actually gone quite far away.

Seeing that Chu Heng had already given the order, Ye Muyu was indeed a little worried. After thinking for a while, she gently kissed Chu Heng on the cheek to express her gratitude.

She did not wait for Chu Heng's reaction and looked behind her.

Over here.

Han Zhuang had already caught up to the bridal sedan.

"Wait a minute," he said as he stepped forward and grabbed one of the porters.

The sedan chair bearer ignored him and continued walking forward.