"Brother, we are still suffering from sin. You should be tired of being crooked. Can you keep the wedding candles at night?" Guan Shaoqing forced himself to bear the pain and began to remind Lu Rufeng of losing his mind.

Lu Rufeng coughs softly. He turns to himself, stoops to pick up a box on the ground and opens the inside note.

"what's Ann's favorite color?"

Lu Rufeng knows that Jian'an likes light color system, but it's exactly that color. He's really not sure. When she looks at it, she quickly winks at Lu Rufeng, looks down at her wedding dress, and signals him with her eyes.

Lu Rufeng immediately...