"Fang Anning, is this really what you think of me?" He Tingchen frowned, asking with a pained expression.
Fang Anning's heart faltered, and she looked down, biting her lip as she said, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to think of you like that, but why?"
"Because I wanted to give you a wedding," He Tingchen said. "You wanted a wedding so everyone would know you're my wife, He Tingchen's wife, and I wanted to fulfill that wish for you. Yet before we could even hold our wedding, we're organizing the baby's full-month celebration. Do you think that's appropriate?"
Fang Anning: "…"
She truly hadn't thought of this.
"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you." Fang Anning apologized guiltily.
He Tingchen was both angry and pained, his gaze resting on her with displeasure.
Knowing she had misunderstood him and caused him sorrow, Fang Anning acted playfully while apologizing and holding his hand, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I won't doubt you rashly anymore, I'm sorry."
