Chapter 897 My Luck

"Marry...marriage?" Bai Tong was somewhat shocked.

She immediately realized she might have lost her composure and hurriedly adjusted her mood, before smiling and saying, "Um, which young lady is so lucky?"

Yang Gang smiled, "It should be my luck, her name is Zhang Miao."

Yang Gang pulled out his phone, displaying Zhang Miao's photo, "It's her."

Bai Tong glanced at it; the woman in it was beautiful enough to make the sun and moon pale in comparison.

What they called a beauty, her appearance likened to a flower's, her voice to a bird's, her grace to the moon's, her poise to a willow, her bones to jade, her skin to ice and snow, her presence to the reflections of autumn waters, her heart to poetry and verse.

The woman in the photo was perfect in her beauty and appearance, with not a single flaw to be picked out.