Xia Zhenghong's face couldn't get any uglier. Paired with the stiff smile still clinging to the corners of his mouth, he looked somewhat comical.
"Sister, you can't speak like that. Dad is just concerned about you; you'll hurt his feelings this way," Xia An'an, seeing Xia Zhenghong's expression, soothed, "You and your husband have already registered your marriage. A girl should definitely have her own wedding—it's only proper."
Xia An'an undoubtedly offered Xia Zhenghong a way out, and at the same time was helping him achieve what he wanted. Xia Zhenghong naturally continued, "Exactly, how could a girl not have a wedding?"
Xia Wanwan looked at the pair, bantering back and forth, and laughed, "Dad, it's just that I haven't planned on it for the time being, not that I'll never have one."
