Tian Xin felt incredibly fortunate to have run into Yang Wanlin today. If it weren't for this piano-playing girl, Tian Xin wouldn't have known where Yang Junyi's emotional support lay.
In the evening, Tian Xin dropped Yang Junyi off at his place before she herself went home.
However, at her door, a shadow lingered, it was unknown how long it had been there.
When Tian Xin arrived, he finally looked up at her, the rage in his eyes intensifying.
"You know you're back?" Tang Baijin snorted coldly, just like a jealous husband.
Tian Xin stared at him: "If it weren't for your ulterior motives, why would I have come back so late today? Tang Baijin, what do you mean? Did I agree to marry you? What gives you the right to post my wedding dress photos on social media?"
