"Uncle Shaoyan must be worried about your pregnancy, so he doesn't want to make a fuss." Zong Yue leaned against the chair back with her shoulder, "I thought you two would hold the wedding in Parma first, then return to South Sea for the family feast."
Later, whatever Zong Yue said went unheard by Li Qiao.
She just wanted to know, where is the wedding dress?
Li Qiao knew Shang Yu wouldn't possibly forget, probably hiding some surprise.
But... with her current figure, what if the wedding dress doesn't fit?
Li Qiao felt herself trapped in pre-wedding anxiety, hesitating whether to call Shang Yu for inquiries, but Duan Shuyuan's appearance interrupted her thoughts, "Sweetie, do you have a moment?"
Zong Yue turned to smile and called mom, as Duan Shuyuan stepped up the stairs, radiating the vigor of 'joy brings spirit'.
Li Qiao stood up from the recliner, "Mom, what's up?"
