Zhang Na was stunned.
Han Liang is her ex-boyfriend, and they broke up three years ago.
Never contacted.
She was about to reply when the door of the banquet hall was suddenly pushed open.
Han Liang walked in.
He was dressed casually, wearing a black jacket and jeans, which looked out of place among the guests in suits and ties.
There was a smile on her face - the kind of smile Zhang Na had seen before, the kind of "I told you so" smile.
"Zhang Na."
Han Liang's voice was not loud, but the whole place fell silent, "Do you still remember what I told you?
Zhao Ziheng is not a good guy. "
Behind him, a figure slowly walked out.
Zhao Ziheng.
Wearing a custom-made suit, his hair is meticulously combed.
The woman holding his arm next to her was Su Wan, Zhang Na's best friend for twelve years.
The wine glass in Zhang Na's hand fell.
The wine and champagne splashed on the wedding dress, and the cold liquid dripped down the skirt.
