Bai Haoxue hadn't opened her mouth to answer yet, but Ji Hanyu already answered for her.
"My wife," just three short words.
Yet these were the most impactful three words.
Upon hearing them, Zhuang Yunge's mind went blank for a moment.
She couldn't help but take a few steps back.
At this moment, Ji Hanyu was already dressed neatly, and he took out a coat and gently draped it over Bai Haoxue, tenderly arranging it.
After all, Zhuang Yunge was someone who had seen major events, and she quickly composed herself, acting as if nothing had happened.
Zhuang Yunge took an exquisite invitation card from her bag and handed it to Ji Hanyu, "In three days, it will be my father's fiftieth birthday, and I'm inviting Mr. Ji and Mrs. Ji to grace us with your presence."
Bai Haoxue accepted the invitation, "We will definitely be there."
"Mr. Ji and Mrs. Ji truly make a handsome couple," Zhuang Yunge said, "You look like the charming male and beautiful female leads in a romance drama."
