Qian Meng laughed. "Uncle Bai, you really put careful thoughts into your gifts," she said.
Bai Yu shrugged. "What is a little forethought? As long as you two are happy," he said.
Yes. As long as both of them were happy. What a good thought.
And so, when they came back to their house that day, Mo Qingchen spoke up. "Let's get married tomorrow," he said.
Qian Meng blinked. "Tomorrow? So soon? What about the flight preparations?" she asked in a minor state of panic.
Mo Qingchen shrugged. "I'll take care of everything. Just tell me when and how you want to go and I will take care of it. Let's get married tomorrow." She looked at the expression on his face and couldn't help but nod in agreement.
