"Then let's set our wedding date for June."
This was said by Zong Zhan.
Sister Luo, Zong Yue, and the others turned their heads toward him. In their view, the man, dressed in a simple white shirt and black trousers, walked leisurely into the living room.
Liang Wanhua chuckled and shook her head, "You still need to check if the date is suitable. Son, a wedding can't be rushed. As long as your dates don't clash, it should be fine."
Sister Luo also responded half-heartedly, "Yeah, whatever."
Zong Zhan came behind her, leaning on the sofa and whispered, "June is more suitable."
"Even things like this have to be competitive?" Sister Luo turned back to mock him, but Zong Zhan waved his index finger, "Not competing for first, competing for the bridesmaid."
Sister Luo's eyes brightened, and she feigned a light laugh, "Why didn't I think of that? Then June it is."
