Opening my eyes, I went back to the moment when I threw the hydrangea in the attic. Just like in the previous life, Ning Wang Fu Jinghan caught the hydrangea, but he changed his hand and passed the hydrangea to the beggar next to him. Congratulations to the Zaifu, God-given marriage, everyone was snickering. My father was livid and was about to refuse, but I opened my mouth and invited the young man who caught the hydrangea to come in and drink tea. Fu Jinghan was stunned, and I knew he was also reborn.
