Mu Yingchen's smile became even more brilliant, "Yes."
Su Wanxia frowned, "But, isn't it a bit too soon?"
"Too soon?" Mu Yingchen felt like spitting blood, he had waited so many years just to marry her, and now she said it was too soon.
Su Wanxia let out a dry laugh, "I mean, isn't the timing a bit tight? It's already April, and we're getting married in three months, don't you think the timing is a bit tight?"
"I don't think so." Mu Yingchen answered unflinchingly.
He even thought it was a bit too long—
Unable to do anything about it, Su Wanxia could only frown and look at him with a mournful expression.
Arriving at the villa, Su Wanxia couldn't help but remember something, she pushed open the bedroom door, looking mysteriously at Mu Yingchen who was following her.
Mu Yingchen looked at her curiously, not understanding what she meant.
"Do you still remember the ring you proposed to me with?" Su Wanxia blinked at him.