The skirt of the wedding dress was big enough to hide three Su Xiaomi.
The woman in the mirror is very strange. She is wrapped in expensive lace, like an exquisite gift waiting for a price.
Su Xiaomi held the phone, her knuckles turning white. The voice of her stepmother Wang Xiulan in the receiver was sharp and urgent, and every word was like a poisoned needle.
"Xiaomi, let me say it for the last time, you are now 'Su Xiaoya'! Remember, your father's illness depends on this money, and the creditor is squatting in front of the house! If the show fails, our family will be destroyed together!"
"Also," Wang Xiulan's voice was low, with a hint of schadenfreude, "that boy from the Lu family, Lu Xinghe, is said to be a free-spirited man. There is a high probability that he will not come to the wedding today. Just hold on tight, even if you are alone, you have to finish the trick! Even if the sky falls, you have to smile until the ceremony is over!"
The phone was hung up, and the only sounds left in the lounge were the rustle of the wedding dress and the low hum of the air conditioner outlet.
Su Xiaomi looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. The breath seemed to taste of dust and despair.
Panic rolled over my ankles like an icy tide.
But the next second, she shook her head.
Are you afraid it will be useful?
Can fear make his father recover and his creditors disappear?
