After the kiss ended, Mo Chen pinched her chin, "Didn't you have something to ask me?"
"I already asked over the phone, there's nothing else to inquire about." Her voice was somewhat hoarse as she breathed slightly heavily.
The man's deep voice rose in the darkness, "I had no idea about any arranged childhood betrothal, and I won't acknowledge it, understand?"
"Mmm..."
She did understand Mo Chen, this bastard would have admitted if he had truly known.
"Still angry?"
Qiao Ruoxin sighed softly, "Actually, I'm not angry, just inexplicably feeling a bit panicky."
There was always an ominous premonition, feeling like the wedding might not proceed smoothly.
The Mo Family members seemed to not interfere with the wedding on the surface, but she was very clear that Mrs. Mo did not trust her.
Mo Chen pulled her into his arms, hugging her soft, boneless body, and cooed lowly, "Sleep, it's late."
"Mmm..."
