"Hmm..." Su Chaoyang nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "They say pregnancy makes you silly for three years, but you still have some capacity for thought—pretty impressive."
Annoyed by his teasing, Mu Xiangwan ferociously bit his chest. "Who made me pregnant? And now you're sitting there making snide comments!"
Su Chaoyang coaxed her softly, and Mu Xiangwan quieted down, throwing him a glare. "What do you mean, huh? Are you saying I'm being too uptight or something?"
The man gently stroked her shoulder, his deep voice flowing down from above her head. "Even though it's been years, the issues between them still exist. Meeting face-to-face now might not lead to happiness; it might just stir up old painful memories. It's better for you to meet with An'an first and have a proper talk—figure out what's really going on in her mind. Then we can make the next plan. Anyway, she's back now, a bridesmaid and a groomsman. Meeting is inevitable sooner or later."
