"Lucy sent you an invitation?"
Receiving the invitation, Emma suspected that their brains must have been soaked in water or something.
Why would they send her an invitation?
How could she attend Daniel's wedding?
Addison looked at Emma's chubby cheeks and gently pinched her cheeks:
"Pregnant women shouldn't be angry."
Emma sighed like a deflated balloon and said softly:
"Not angry, not angry. Honey, I'm not angry."
Addison smiled:
"You're so cute, Emma."
"Let me help you throw this invitation away."
As she spoke, she was about to snatch the "culprit" that made Emma angry from her hand, but Emma moved aside.
"Oh no, sister-in-law, do you think they're deliberately trying to provoke me? Should I teach them a lesson and make them lose face?"
This matter was too complicated for Addison, because she had no experience dealing with other women.
Her husband, Jonathan, was completely different from Emma's ex-husband. He was cold to all women, not flirting at all.
