"Buzzing—" The phone on the table rang suddenly.

Yan Chengchi turned and walked back, glanced at the caller ID on the phone, his eyes became gentle, and he reached out to answer the call.

"Yan Chengchi, are you finished? Mom asked us to see the wedding venue." Xia Changyue's crisp voice passed into his ears, as if to blow away the haze in his heart.

His lover is waiting for him to come home.

"Well, I will go back to pick you up now." Yan Chengchi hung up the phone and turned to look at Special Assistant Jin.

"Tell him I will only go to see him for the last time before his death."

After speaking, he put his mobile phone in his pocket, reached for his suit jacket, and walked out of the office.

-

In the ancestral house of Yang family.

Xia Changyue's petite body squatted at the door, looking at Xia Hua and Yang Muya who were arguing in the yard, with her tangled hands resting her cheeks, not knowing who should go up to help.

"Wei Qingsi, are you deliberately trying to fight me? What's wrong with the Western-style wedding? The wedding dress designed by Master Bi Luo for Yueyue is Western. "

Yang Muya got up from the rocking chair and stared at Xia Hua.

There was obvious anger on the face of Shuwan, who had always been dignified.

She must have committed sins in her previous life, and she will only meet him in this life.

When they were in love, he clearly said that as long as she liked it, he would definitely like it.

Now that they broke up, what she liked, he would not please his eyes, right?

"Daughter is mine." Xia Hua spit out lightly while sitting in the wheelchair.

Even if he didn't stand up, the aura that came out of him was not lost to Yang Muya at all.

His meaning is very clear. He raised his daughter alone. Of course, he has to listen to what the wedding is like.

Hearing his words, Yang Muya exploded in an instant.

With his hands on his hips, he lifted his cheeks and glared at him.

"Wei Qingsi, let me tell you, don’t tell me anything. If I haven’t taken care of Yueyue for more than 20 years, don’t forget about me. After I gave birth to my child, who was my daughter? Steal it, if you didn't deprive me of the opportunity to take care of Yueyue, you are now the one who is not qualified to point fingers at me!"

"..."

"Also, even if you are Yueyue's father, don't you have to respect your daughter's opinion? Yueyue really likes the wedding dress designed by Master Bi Luo for her. That wedding dress is blessed..."

Before Yang Muya's words were finished, Xia Hua caught a glimpse of Lawyer Lin coming out of the living room from the corner of his eyes, reaching out and turning his wheelchair, and signaled the nurse to push him back to the ward.

"Wei Qingsi, I haven't finished speaking yet, you just left, do you know how to respect people?" Yang Muya looked at his back, feeling that her cultivation was about to run out.

Attorney Lin, who could not care about coming out to talk to her, moved aggressively in the direction where Xia Hua left, and chased after him.

"Wei Qingsi, stop for me! Speak clearly before leaving!"

"..." Xia Hua's wheelchair really stopped.

Yang Muya's eyes lit up, she seized the opportunity, rushed forward, grabbed the armrest of his wheelchair with both hands, and asked breathlessly.

"What are you going to do to agree to a Western-style wedding?"

Yang Muya is not a fan of foreigners, and if she changes to something else, she will definitely not have to fight Xia Hua for a win or lose.

But this time is different!