Listening to Song Guanchao, Lin Wanqiu suddenly pulled him aside.
In front of her fiancé, in front of everyone, she whispered with Song Guanchao.
Xiao Zheng's expression was dark, his eyes gloomy, but in front of the many guests, he had to maintain his composure and pretended not to mind as much as possible.
Li He and a few others had smiles on their faces, as if they had witnessed something more amusing than their own misfortune.
However, they did not speak mockingly, or pour salt on the wound.
But their gaze already fueled the raging anger inside Xiao Zheng.
His fiancée was whispering to another man right in front of him.
Even if there was really nothing between her and Song Guanchao, no one would believe it.
This cuckold's hat was firmly set on his head.
"I will help you," Lin Wanqiu said softly.
Song Guanchao felt touched, after only a few meetings, this woman seemed to have known him for years, giving her all to help him.
"Miss Lin..."
"You're my brother!"
"Uh..."
