"A traitor? You'd better watch out, Second Brother. I'm the Door God now."
"If I don't open this door, you're not getting in today."
Outside the door, An Guoming didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He desperately missed the obedient little sister she used to be.
He even shot a glance at Jiang Xia. 'This kid is taking way too long!'
"Fine—you're right. So, what do we do now?"
An Guoming surrendered instantly. Fetching the bride was the priority.
Behind the door, An Ning winked at the people behind her. She and a few of Yin Xuemei's friends huddled together, whispering conspiratorially.
"Ahem—if you want us to open the door, you must meet three conditions."
"First, we want to see a demonstration of your strength."
"How about one of you does ten squats while carrying another?"
How about it? Of course, that was fine.
In the north, no one ever dared to harass the bridesmaids; it was always the bridesmaids who came up with challenges to stump the groomsmen.
