Planning a wedding isn't just about one person, if she can't even decide on inviting a guest, then what kind of bride is she? What's the difference between her and a canary kept by him?
Her "I insist" was unintentional, but her tone was filled with an inherent coquettishness that could make any man melt.
If it had been anything else, Huo Zhenyang might have agreed already.
"Who gave you the confidence to backtalk me?" the man's voice was tinged with barely suppressed fury.
"You did!" She was like a little kitten, bristling with anger.
He paused, his jaw tightening: "I did?"
She gritted her teeth: "Didn't Mr. Huo teach me just the other day, saying the young Mrs. Huo must show some presence so that others would listen, or she would be looked down upon. Am I not the young Mrs. Huo now? If I can't even have the right to invite guests to the wedding, then what kind of Mrs. Huo am I!"
