Uh, was the gesture inaccurate?
Song Weiyi's gaze scoured the crowd, looking first at Zhao Mengmeng.
She stood beside An'an and Xiao Xue, with nothing in her hands; just as expected, the bouquet didn't end up in her hands.
Song Weiyi gave a sheepish smile, no wonder the uncle was feeling regretful.
Strange, she clearly threw it in her direction, how did she miss catching it?
"Sorry uncle, next time I'll aim better before throwing." Song Weiyi apologized looking at him.
Before she finished her sentence, a cold stare came from the side.
"Next time? You want to do it again?" Pei Yibai questioned with a dark face.
Song Weiyi's scalp tingled, okay, she spoke out of turn again.
"I don't know anything." Song Weiyi whispered, avoiding Pei Yibai's stern face.
We're getting married, can't you just smile a little?
"No, but who did my flowers end up with?" Song Weiyi suddenly looked up, her face filled with confusion as she eyed the crowd.
