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"We, too, can be like them," Mo Wenyang held her hand with deep affection.
Huahua certainly wasn't the shy little wife like Manman; hearing her fiancé's heartfelt confession, she planted a hot kiss right on her fiancé's face.
Manman hid behind her husband's back: No peeking at indecency.
Jiang Yan pulled Mo Wenyang aside and asked, "Are you two getting married?"
The wedding photos are being taken, so the date must be close.
"Don't tell me that on the day of your banquet, you won't even send an invite to me and Manman," Jiang Yan wrapped an arm around his shoulder, his brows fierce and eyes squinting menacingly, "I'm telling you, my wife was scolded by someone because of this."
Mo Wenyang stayed silent, fully aware that he was at fault in this matter.
Patted his brother's shoulder, Jiang Yan said no more, letting him think for himself.
