Throughout the journey, Mu Tiantian remained silent.
Shen Tiancheng, sitting next to her, didn't speak either. He sat back lazily, reclining with an air of leisure and ease.
Indeed, his eyes were slightly closed, and the corners of his lips lifted gently, forming a faint smile.
That faint smile carried his unique charm and arrogance, always acting freely and unrestrained.
Mu Tiantian glanced at Shen Tiancheng like this, and swallowed the words she was about to say about getting out of the car.
She knew it was futile to say anything.
Moreover, she wanted to figure out when she had supposedly married Shen Tiancheng—it was simply a colossal joke!
Isn't it necessary for the person to be present to register a marriage?
She had been in a deep sleep for more than half a month, almost about to perish, only to wake up and be told she was divorced and remarried—like a farce.
Or perhaps, she hadn't actually woken up from her dream and was still living it?
