Huo Jingfeng's eyes were serious, and his gaze was profound, carrying an earnestness that couldn't be ignored, "There won't be a wedding in three days, I guarantee it!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shuya was completely bewildered. She just stared straight at his face, utterly dumbfounded. Like a puppet, she let him hold her face, their eyes locking in a way that forbade her escape, just gazing at each other. Yet she still couldn't understand why Huo Jingfeng would suddenly say such a thing, especially adding "I guarantee it!" It seemed as though he was promising her something... Was he?
No, no, no, had she gone mad? Why would she think that way? She wasn't anyone special to him, why would he make any promise to her? What was their relationship... to her?
She kept reminding herself that Huo Jingfeng was An Qianmei's husband and that he was merely a friend to her, a very ordinary friend.
