The person who arrived was none other than Song Tingfan, who hadn't returned home last night. He looked towards Wei Yun, dressed in a light purple robe, who, though not strikingly handsome, was quite presentable.
She just likes the handsome ones.
This really isn't fair to Lin Qiao, as she had no interest in Wei Yun.
Song Tingfan pursed his lips, looked at the young woman, and said in a deep voice, "Qiao'er, why didn't you invite them to sit at our house? We got married in a rush and didn't get the chance to invite them; I'm really sorry.'
Lin Qiao: "..."
She opened her mouth, then closed it again.
She used to be inarticulate, now she was rendered speechless.
She wondered what he was jealous about this time, as she hadn't said a word to Wei Yun.
Even if they did speak, it was only about proper business matters.
Hearing this, both Manager Li and Wei Yun looked surprised, then turned to Lin Qiao. Manager Li tentatively asked, "Have you and Tingfan gotten married?"
