Han Wenxuan was taken aback, "So you received our wedding invitation?"
"Yeah, didn't you know?"
Understanding what happened, Han Wenxuan tightened his fist hidden under his suit sleeve. "I guess it was given by Wu Meiting, you don't have to pay attention to her."
His obvious distaste was apparent in his tone. Mu Xiangwan sensed something was amiss and asked again, "What... what happened to you exactly?"
The man paused, then gave a slight laugh as though he was in good spirits. "Nothing really, I just heard about your grandma's passing and wanted to offer my condolences, tell you not to be too sad."
"Just that?" Mu Xiangwan wasn't a fool. After hearing his words, she looked at him suspiciously, wondering if there had been any changes to his wedding.
However, it was difficult to ask outright. She decided to make an excuse instead, "Well, you're the groom today and my house is in mourning. It's not auspicious for you to come here, so you better leave quickly."