He chuckled lightly, "Women, indeed, claiming to be magnanimous is always fake."
"Moyong, how can you speak of me this way?" Zhou Yueyao felt wronged, "I truly like you, which is why I agreed to marry you..."
"What is it that you like about me?" Rong Moyong suddenly asked.
Zhou Yueyao suddenly became somewhat tongue-tied, "I..."
Rong Moyong smiled, "As I thought, you and the others are all the same, just a bunch of vulgar and insipid women."
After saying this, he stood up, "Our bridal chamber is at the Rong family's old residence, don't come here anymore."
Watching the man's retreating figure, Zhou Yueyao clenched her fingers, her face the epitome of embarrassment.
Their wedding had already been in preparation for over a month, and a few days ago, the bridal shop called to say her wedding gown had arrived, so Zhou Yueyao called Rong Moyong and decided to go to the bridal shop that afternoon to try on the gown.
