Zhao Moxuan could tell at a glance that Pei Qingqing's mood was off.
But he wouldn't expose her; instead, he went along with what she was saying.
"If Qingqing likes something grand, I'll arrange it. If she prefers something simple, then we'll just invite a few friends over, keep it low-key, and see which Qingqing likes more."
Pei Qingqing's eyes and brows were lowered, and she played with her nails while answering questions.
Her nonchalant demeanor was really aggravating Zhao Moxuan.
It was as if...
this wedding was solely his own affair.
If it weren't for fame and fortune, Zhao Moxuan would not have been able to tolerate it.
"Let's keep it simple then."
Pei Qingqing spoke bluntly and without much grace.
"Let's have fewer friends come, try not to spread the word, I don't like to show off."
Zhao Moxuan and Pei Zhiyao were both shocked for a moment.
Usually, it was Pei Qingqing who loved to show off.
She seemed to want to make everything she did known to the public.
