Sitting in Ling Tian'ao's car, Xia Zhisu remained silent and spoke very little.
Ling Tian'ao drove with a smile on the corner of his lips.
Glancing at the woman beside him, he took her hand and joyfully said, "In three days, you will rightfully become my woman!"
Xia Zhisu hung her head low, not knowing what to say.
The phone rang.
Xia Zhisu glanced at it and picked up.
On the other end was a woman's voice, "What, are you planning to leave Ling Tian'ao after the wedding is over?"
Xia Zhisu's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately hung up the call.
This was a call from Madame Xiao.
Xia Zhisu's heart grew even more frantic.
"Ling Tian'ao, can we postpone the wedding?" Xia Zhisu said.
Ling Tian'ao's brows suddenly furrowed, "Xia Zhisu, isn't it a bit too late for you to say this now? The wedding cannot be postponed! It's already late enough!"
Xia Zhisu knew that anything else she said would be futile.
