Ning Ze was very quick-witted and dodged Qin Xi's attack.
"It's getting late, you should rest early." After saying this, he dashed toward the elevator.
Qin Xi didn't chase after him and just watched his back, her face turning a shade of iron-green from anger.
The elevator opened, and Ning Ze turned his head to look at her, a look of intoxication on his face, "Wife, your hand smells so nice."
Qin Xi was livid, shouting, "You little brat, you better not show up in front of me, or I'll beat you to death!"
Ning Ze ran into the elevator, and then the elevator door closed.
Qin Xi stood at the door, fuming with anger, her chest heaving.
However, once she calmed down, she couldn't help but chuckle.
Just a little brat, what does he know about love?
She turned and went inside, changed her shoes, and walked into the living room, where she saw the wedding invitation on the coffee table.
She picked it up and looked at it again, her lips curving slightly, is this her love?
