Zhu Qianying opened the door, and upon hearing the noise, Chen Jing came to greet her.
"Ying'er, are you okay?" Chen Jing scrutinised her daughter from head to toe, her concern evident in her words and actions.
"Mom, what could possibly happen to me? I was just discussing wedding preparations!"
Zhu Qianying stepped through the door nonchalantly. In reality, nothing had gone awry! In fact, she had even gained a personal chauffeur-cum-bodyguard from the experience, although she didn't really want one.
"So, how did the discussion go?"
The wedding was scheduled over a month ago, and Christmas was only a little over ten days away, yet there had been no news from the Yan Family.
To say that Chen Jing wasn't worried would be untrue.
