Just as Zhou Sicheng expected, not long after he posted on his friends' circle, Lan Mu arrived, making it two men and three women, and Zhou Sicheng finally felt a bit more comfortable.
After Wen Jing finished her last bite of dessert, she put down her fork satisfactorily and said to everyone, "Suddenly I'm craving roasted lamb chops, let's all have dinner together tonight."
Her hand subconsciously touched her stomach.
A little stuffed.
Yan Zao frowned, "Aren't you afraid you'll need to alter your wedding dress size by then?"
She was already thinking about dinner right after finishing a meal.
Wen Jing pouted, "It's okay, today is the last indulgence."
'Pfft...'
Zhou Sicheng sitting across from her, couldn't help but snort with laughter. Fortunately, he covered his mouth in time, or else he would have spit all over Wen Jing.
All eyes turned towards Zhou Sicheng. Wen Jing handed him a tissue and was clearly dissatisfied with his reaction, "What are you laughing at?"