Tang Mo's words were cut off, a momentary look of bewilderment on his face.
When the realization dawned, disbelief also appeared in Tang Mo's eyes.
"Dad, you... you don't know?"
'He really doesn't know Mom is getting married?'
'That's impossible. The date was set so long ago, and all the preparations have been so hectic lately. It's not like it was a secret, so how could Tang Yuanxiao not know?'
But Tang Yuanxiao... really didn't know.
He truly didn't know, and he hadn't heard a thing.
Tang Yuanxiao's expression shifted from bewilderment to disbelief, then to icy coldness. Tang Mo watched him, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing at all.
After a long while, Tang Mo finally heard Tang Yuanxiao's voice.
"Is it true?"
Tang Mo looked at Tang Yuanxiao and finally nodded. "Yes. The eighteenth of the twelfth lunar month."
