Hani asked the servant to bring the sweet-scented osmanthus soup, "Mark, I didn't know you were coming today, so I didn't make an extra portion of the sweet-scented osmanthus soup."
Mark didn't care, "Aunt, it's okay, I don't like sweet things."
Hani nodded.
No one spoke during the dinner. It was quiet and seemed peaceful, but maybe there was already a storm underneath.
When the meal was almost finished, Mark wiped his lips and said calmly, "Uncle and aunt, I want to discuss something with you."
Miller, "Well, you say."
Mark held her hand on the table and said, "Isla and I, want to advance our wedding." The scene was quiet for a moment.
Henry felt the smoke that filled the air. He thought Mark could continue to turn a blind eye, but now he couldn't calm down.
He lowered his head and continued to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus soup as if he hadn't heard anything. He couldn't get his mouth in any way.
