Zhuo Jian's heart was pounding like thunder, automatically she took a deep breath and sucked in her belly.
Fu Yanye glanced at her and then murmured quietly, "I couldn't tell."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat, but it quickly settled down.
However, Jian Lian remained convinced of what she had seen, especially after seeing how nervous Zhuo Jian was to the point of nearly being unable to breathe, she changed the subject, "Your wedding is next month, right?"
Some measurements, if not fitted on the body, are really hard to tell.
"Yes! Didn't I also send you an invitation?"
Fu Yanye doubted his memory.
Jian Lian raised an eyebrow, "That's good then. I was worried Miss Zhuo might keep growing, and then this eight-figure-cost wedding dress would be wasted."
