"Really?" the man's voice was calm.
"Moreover, he has been here since the weekend, and today is a weekday. He came over at 11:30 in the afternoon." Cheng Fang exaggerated, "Third Master, do you want me to kick him out?"
"For such trivial matters, don't ask me again in the future."
Rong Moyong finished speaking and hung up the phone.
Seeing this, Zhou Yueyao hurriedly laughed and said, "Moyong, let's take a few pictures together. Our parents are busy today. We must send them the pictures to let them have a look."
Rong Moyong sat there, his thin lips slightly pursed.
Seeing him silent, Zhou Yueyao felt a bit strange.
The staff were even more awkwardly at a loss.
Does Mr. Rong not want to take photos?
But it's normal for the bride to want to take photos. After all, trying on wedding dresses is a joyful thing. Who wouldn't want all their relatives and friends to witness everything?
"Moyong..."
