The Banquet Begins

As if she didn't expect the man to suddenly say this, Mo Zhu raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Young Master Huo even wants to control what I'm wearing? Aren't you being too nosy?"

Upon hearing the hidden provocation in Mo Zhu's words, Huo Xuan smiled and replied, "I can't control others, but I can at least interject and say something to my own fiancée, right?"

Mo Zhu looked up and met the man's gaze. She pouted and said, "Then you've wronged me. These are the clothes that Auntie chose for me. From my hairstyle to the shoes on my feet, they are all Auntie's orders."

He half hugged Mo Zhu and turned around to walk towards the banquet hall. Huo Xuan grumbled unhurriedly, "I don't care about that. In any case, you can only wear such clothes in front of me in the future."

When Mo Zhu heard this, she sniggered at Huo Xuan's childishness and obediently followed the man into the banquet hall.