Lu Mo's eyes were red with jealousy and disappointment. She knew that Huo Xiaoran would never forgive Uncle Li. After all, Uncle Li had provoked Qiao An.
But she knew when to stop. She suppressed her dissatisfaction and asked him obediently and gently, "My mother asked me to ask you when we can prepare for the wedding."
Huo Xiaoran was a little distracted as he stared in the direction Qiao An left in anger. When he suddenly heard Lu Mo's words, he blurted out, "Momo, do you think we still need to get married?"
Lu Mo suddenly trembled. She said with tears in her eyes, "Senior, you were the one who said that as long as my Uncle Li is arrested, you'll marry me."
Huo Xiaoran shifted his gaze from Qiao An to Lu Mo. Looking at Lu Mo's expectant gaze, his heart sank slightly.
"Momo, you won't be happy at all if you marry me."
