Cheng Yang finally noticed the strangeness in Ye Xiaomeng's demeanor. His heart tightened, and he murmured, "My dear, what's wrong with you?"
"Cheng Yang, you mentioned earlier that you had something to tell me?" Ye Xiaomeng lifted her head to look at him, wondering if he was going to talk about the situation with that woman.
"Oh, it's just that our wedding day is approaching, and I thought we could go pick out wedding dresses in our free time." Cheng Yang's intended words faltered on his lips, and he ended up saying this instead.
Ye Xiaomeng felt a bit disappointed. Honesty was the best policy. If things were transparent, why couldn't he tell her? If he honestly explained that the woman was just a friend, she might believe him.
But seeing that he wasn't going to bring it up, she decided to act like she didn't know. However, somewhere in her heart, cracks had already started forming.
