The necessary formalities must naturally not be overlooked, and he would never wrong Xiaoxiao.
"En, this is good. After all, I have nothing to do recently, and I do miss Grandpa, so I'll go back with you guys and help with the wedding preparations." Mu Qianyue playfully winked, her gaze falling on Tong Xiaoxiao's belly, "Sister-in-law, the future bloodline inheritance of the Mu family depends on you."
With a 'swoosh,' Tong Xiaoxiao's face turned completely red, so red it almost dripped blood. Although she was persistent and steadfast in love, without complaint or regret, she was still an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl. Moreover, on this continent, women were mostly pure and reserved, except for a few.
