The old saying goes, "The monk may run away, but the temple won't run away."
Under such circumstances, even if the bride suddenly had some deep-seated grudge against Qin Yiren, as long as she's got her wits about her, it's unlikely she'd be foolish enough to join those two in persecuting her.
Bo Jinghang smiled faintly, slowly combing her long hair: "You're making a good point, but it's better to investigate thoroughly."
"Hmm..."
Qin Yiren squinted her eyes comfortably and hurriedly reminded: "How are you planning to investigate? Today is the wedding ceremony of the bride and groom, don't affect her wedding mood."
Bo Jinghang looked affectionately at the little woman who was so serious, letting go of the soft strands of hair in his hands, "Xiaoqian, you're always thinking about others."
"That's because it's very likely not her." Qin Yiren playfully stuck out her tongue, "Isn't the wedding outside still ongoing? Don't you need to go take another look?"
"It's fine."
