"So what if they've arrived? What's the panic about?" Zhang Jiamei said impatiently.
But a moment later, without needing any explanation from the girl, she understood why the other was panicking.
"Well, everyone's here, huh?" Han Xinyu said, holding the doorknob and leaning against the door, her smile radiant. "Looks like I'm the late one?"
The women in the makeup room gasped as they looked directly at the qipao she was wearing.
The dazzling gold, the exquisite golden dragon embroidery, the tight-fitting outlines of her lovely figure—all of it was eye-catching.
Han Xinyu twirled on the spot to show off. "What's the matter, stunned?" she asked, her voice dripping with smugness.
Zhang Jiamei bit her lip hard. This woman...
Seeing her frown, Han Xinyu's smile grew even brighter. "I wasn't planning on coming and overshadowing the bride, but since the bride was so insistent on inviting me, how could I refuse to oblige?"
This couldn't sound more insincere.
