Yu Siqiao's face remained impassive as he asked in a deep voice, "Why the sudden interest in doing this?"
"It's not sudden," Mo Shu said naturally. "This is my own wedding after all; isn't it normal for me to be involved in the planning?"
Hearing this answer, Yu Siqiao couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart. "Is that the only reason?"
"What else?" Mo Shu didn't pick up on the faint loss in his words. "It's just that I'm afraid your mom won't agree."
These elders, they all seemed to prefer that she did nothing at all and just stayed home to nurture the fetus and have children.
"Indeed, she won't agree."
In fact, Mrs. Xing Mengzheng's idea was to delay the wedding a bit.
After all, Mo Shu's health wasn't great, and even with a month of rest, it was uncertain to what extent she could recover.
