Wedding.
Luo Qiangwei's hand paused as she held the spoon, then continued to scoop up soup, "You can go ahead with the full moon celebration if you want, but there's really no need for a wedding."
The man sitting opposite her watched her with his dark eyes, "Why?"
She spoke indifferently, "It's too much trouble, and I don't want to wear a wedding dress again. It would be like having a second marriage."
"Then don't wear a wedding dress," Mo Shiche picked the meat off a chicken leg and put it into her bowl, his voice flat, "just invite some relatives and friends over for dinner. You can treat it like a party, wear whatever you want, just as long as you attend."
Luo Qiangwei looked up at him, "Will Miss Sheng be there too?"
"If you want, you can invite her," his expression was indifferent, "you can invite your friends or whoever else you want, it's up to you."
"Oh, then I want to invite the man you've locked up."
