Mu Jingzhe paused when she heard Li Zhaodi's words, then raised her head to look at her. "Mom, haven't I been married before? Look, my wedding ring is still there. What else can I think of or plan?"
Seeing that Li Zhaodi's expression didn't look good, Mu Jingzhe spread her arms and hugged her. "Mom, stop thinking about this. I already said that I'd only have one wedding, so your daughter is already married. Besides, it's the kind of husband I can't divorce before I die. After all, if I wanted a divorce, I'd have to go to the netherworld. You know that too."
"I'm being serious." Li Zhaodi got mad. She felt terrible when she thought of Mu Jingzhe holding the little doll every day and treating it as though it was Ji Buwang. That was just a little thing. How could it possibly replace a human?
