Jiang Yao rubbed the tip of her nose; she knew that she was not that interested in the answer. She snorted; she was not nervous at all during her wedding. Her head had been filled with anger and unwillingness, so she only wanted to make the people around her unhappy. How could she have the mood to be nervous?
Jiang Yao felt extremely regretful when she thought about it. In any case, she did not experience the bashful and timid feelings of a bride. It was a pity. Perhaps she could get Lu Xingzhi to marry again so that she could experience those feelings.
Jiang Yao could only think about that.