"Who is this person? Is his brain and anus reversed? That's the eldest daughter of Lancaster Consortium."
"He's probably a courier. It seems like he wouldn't let Vivienne take something. A courier really takes himself seriously."
"Express delivery? That's hilarious. Lancaster Consortium can bankrupt his boss with just one move. Does his boss know that he hired a living Buddha?"
Hearing the words of the passerby, the other person straightened his back instantly.
"Since we're getting married today, I won't bother with you. So, kneel down, lick the bottom of my shoes clean, kowtow to me three times to apologize, and I'll let you go!"
She folded her arms across her chest, her superior posture clearly revealed.
As soon as she finished speaking, someone started to persuade me on her behalf.
"Just agree to it young man. The last person who offended Vivienne now has taller grass on his grave than you!"
"That's right. It's rare that Vivienne is happy today. Just be good enough. A real man should be able to bend and stretch. It will do you no good to pretend."
I slowly walked forward and, in front of everyone, spit directly on her wedding dress.