Han Yingying couldn't contain her joy as she watched from the side, cheering for her sisters with all her might.
The wedding chamber was filled with laughter and noise, drawing curious guests to gather around and watch.
Many couldn't resist joining in the group fight, further heating up the atmosphere.
Noticing Qiao Yueting, who had been observing from the side without participating, Han Yingying couldn't help but approach her.
"I thought you wouldn't come."
"I promised Shen Mosheng, so I won't go back on my word."
"I'm really curious how he got you to agree, after all, being a bridesmaid for a love rival doesn't usually sound like fun."
Qiao Yueting couldn't help but glare at her, "Knowing it's not fun, why did you still ask me to be a bridesmaid?"
"I'm petty, I hold grudges."
Qiao Yueting had never seen someone admit to being petty so candidly; she looked at Han Yingying.
Seeing her smile so sweetly and adorably, she couldn't help but reach out and touch her head.