Even Chi Huan felt that those words were quite sharp, let alone Su Yabing, whose face turned pale, her lips devoid of color, trembling violently, whether from rage or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.
Mou Xigu frowned, anger apparent in his tone as he said coldly, "Mo Shiqian, shut your mouth."
Mo Shiqian, unmindful of his anger, kept his gaze on the petite woman before the window, calm and undisturbed, simply watching as if there were no other implications to his stare.
Mou Xigu looked at Chi Huan standing before him.
Perhaps because of the backlighting, he couldn't make out the expression on her face at a glance.
It was Chi Huan who smiled first, pulling at the corners of her lips, "Should we still go try on the wedding dress?"
There she stood, her red lips slightly upturned in a faint smile, as if merely asking the question and waiting for his response, nothing more.
Mou Xigu's lips moved, but for a moment, he couldn't make a sound.
