Han Yingying quickly brushed his hand away, "Bad brother, you've smudged my makeup."
"No more crying."
"It's all Dad's fault; I didn't want to cry."
"I'll go back and scold Dad for you."
"You dare?"
"I don't dare, so should I ask Mom to scold him?"
The thought of Dad kneeling in front of Mom like a little wife who had done something wrong and being scolded made Han Yingying burst into laughter with a "pfft."
Seeing her laugh, Han Zishi was finally at ease, "Let's head out, we don't want to miss the auspicious time."
The wedding procession grandly set off.
According to local custom, the route taken to pick up the bride cannot be the same as the route taken back.
Therefore, they had to take a detour.
Fortunately, there was plenty of time, and everyone was chatting and laughing along the way, so the journey didn't feel long at all.
However, a sudden screech of brakes startled everyone.
Shen Mosheng furrowed his brow, "What happened?"
"There's been an accident up ahead."