Ahri glanced back at the bride, then turned back to continue packing.

The bride shouted again, "Why won't you speak! Why won't you answer me! Have you changed your mind?!"

Ahri remained silent, instead taking off the mask from her waist and putting it into her bundle, along with the long whip.

The bride then moved closer to Ah Li, standing behind him, and suddenly shouted, "Li Lang! How could you be so cruel! How could you do this to me! Turn your eyes, which are fixed on the bundle, and look at me!"

Ahri raised her hand and picked at her ear, saying, "Lord City Lord, it's getting late. Are you planning to set off now or wait a bit longer?"

"Then lift my red veil."

Ouyang Hao stood behind Ah Li and shook the red veil on his head.

Ahri said she didn't want to; he must have drawn another ugly face waiting for her.

Ah Li tied the bundle, slung it over her back, and even knotted it in front. She, who should have been dressed in all black, had already changed into a drab gray servant's uniform, and her hair was all matted together.

Ouyang Hao waited for Ah Li's actions, but Ah Li didn't respond at all, so he lifted it himself.

This time, Ouyang Hao didn't have a strange mask on his face; he looked exactly the same.

Ahri thought this person really suited wearing red; it looked good on him.

Seeing the light in Ah Li's eyes, Ouyang Hao took off his red wedding dress and said, "Don't fall for me, it won't work out."

"Um."

Ah Li's expression didn't change at all. She even carefully took the red wedding dress that Ouyang Hao had taken off and hung it up.

Ouyang Hao was very satisfied; this person was quite suitable to be his servant.

Ouyang Hao pointed at the red wedding dress and said, "This red wedding dress is quite long and quite big. How tall and big will the bride be?"

Ahri said, "Yeah, he's very tall, and he's the most handsome I've ever seen."