Yun Mingrui read the timeframe quietly to himself: one month.
That's when he would be back from his business trip, by then he should know.
It shouldn't be so easy to conceive, right?
She still has to study.
She isn't even twenty yet.
"Mingrui, if I really get married, I want you to be my best man."
Aren't you afraid that your best man will steal your bridegroom's thunder?
"Weren't you uninterested in marriage before? Why the sudden change of heart?"
Wang Mingwei suddenly burst out laughing, "Plans can't keep up with changes, this is actually not bad."
Wang Mingwei's laugh, to Yun Mingrui, was particularly grating.
"Weren't you in love with Zheng Mingwen, confessing to her multiple times? Does your little assistant mind?"
Wang Mingwei's laughter abruptly stopped.
