Murong Si intentionally poked at Mo Shiting's heart, "Little Pear and I grew up together as childhood friends. I know her best. You aren't her chosen other half, thus she would never allow you to meet her family."
Mo Shiting ignored his sarcasm, picked up the invitation card, glanced at it, and casually said, "How my wife and I communicate is none of Count Allen's concern."
Murong Si chuckled coldly, "Husband and wife? Not for long. She's only temporarily married to you for some purpose. Inevitably, she will leave you. Don't be so smug. By the way, when Little Pear was younger, she was adamant about marrying me, Murong Si, when she grew up. I will make sure her wish comes true."
"Is that so?"
Mo Shiting lightly tugged his lips upwards, "Unfortunately, you won't have that opportunity. If there's nothing else, please leave. I need to work to support my wife, so I don't have time to listen to your stories."
"You——"