When Du Sui caught sight of Zhao Zihao, she was taken aback for a moment. By then, all the guests had arrived, and the staff had moved to the inner area, with no reporters or security around; she was the last to enter simply because she didn't want to chat with that bunch.
After all, being one bridesmaid short wouldn't affect the wedding.
What she hadn't expected was to encounter Zhao Zihao by being just a step late.
"What are you doing here?"
She was somewhat puzzled. If Zhao Zihao had been invited first, he would have likely informed her; instead, he had appeared without a whisper.
Zhao Zihao merely smiled, "Isn't this a wedding?"
"You were invited too? Do you need to check in?" Being a part of such a wedding didn't just mean showing up. Every guest had to be registered, as gestures of goodwill, and those who should be noted, had to be noted.