Zimo's fingers twitched slightly, hesitating in her heart.
Finally, she took a deep breath and slowly extended her right hand.
Holding that bouquet in her palm, her heart also settled.
Whether it's genuine or not, forming this family is necessary.
Even though Mu Lingchuan is doing it out of responsibility, she herself is for the child.
For a moment, cheers erupted all around.
Mu Lingchuan also stopped worrying about saving face and stood up.
Bending down, he slowly picked up Zimo.
Zimo panicked, instinctively protecting her belly.
But she realized, it wasn't necessary at all.
Mu Lingchuan spread his hands wide, just allowing her body to lie flat in his arms, without pressing on her belly at all.
Ignoring others' jeers, Mu Lingchuan was already carrying Zimo and striding outside.
Zimo hurriedly stretched out her hands, wrapping them around his neck to avoid slipping down.
In the hall, Mu Xuri sat in the center, Ning Anran standing behind him, waiting for the newlyweds.
