The more Mo Yinhe thought about it, the more excited he became. Ripples of emotion spread through his heart, and he wished he could start preparing right now.
After the ceremony, it was time for toasts. Ye Shen, his face beaming, held his wine glass and went from table to table.
When it came to Si Mingjing's table, Ye Shen, standing by Mo Yinhe's side, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Brother, save me."
"On a day of great joy, what nonsense are you talking?"
Although Ye Shen wore a triumphant smile, his heart was filled with indescribable bitterness. "Uncle said we should get engaged first. Then, based on my future performance, he'll decide whether to allow me to marry Tangtang. He said he'll give me three years. If he doesn't see any improvement from me in that time, he'll find another suitable groom for Tangtang. Where haven't I improved?"
"That demand isn't excessive," Mo Yinhe said.
