Where did this fool co from? It’s like they’re trying to ruin him!
He had gone through great efforts to please this ancestor, and who would have thought another fool would co along and stir things up.
The staff clearly noticed Zhuo Lin’s expression, but she was also a bit bewildered, not understanding where Zhuo Lin’s anger ca from.
Noticing Qiao Mo standing nearby, the staff thought: Isn’t Miss Qiao right here? This is just the right ti to ask if she wants to send out the invitations, otherwise, Secretary Zhuo, you can’t decide on your own. Sending them out tomorrow would really be too rushed, not giving people any ti to prepare.
Zhuo Lin looked at Qiao Mo, not knowing how to respond for a mont.
After all, the situation was clear now; these two Miss Qiaos clearly had a hint of rivalry, yet they happened to be sisters.
As for Yang Peiyun, although she was Qiao Mo’s mother, it seed she hadn’t had much contact with Qiao Mo for over twenty years.
Now she was obviously favoring her younger daughter, Qiao Yun, so Zhuo Lin was totally at a loss for what to do.
After hesitating for a bit, Zhuo Lin looked at Qiao Mo cautiously and said, "Miss Qiao... do you think... should we invite these two to your wedding?"
Honestly, this question truly stumped Qiao Mo as well.
Her feelings towards Yang Peiyun and Qiao Yun were complex.
She hadn’t really considered whether to invite the two to her wedding.
Zhuo Lin patiently awaited Qiao Mo’s response. Qiao Mo remained silent for a long ti before finally saying, "I don’t know how well Qiao Yun is recovering at the mont, so I’m not sure if she can attend. You should ask Fu Nancheng about this later, he should know the situation."
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, tossing the ball to Fu Nancheng.
Zhuo Lin had no reason to refuse and agreed imdiately.
Qiao Mo waited there for a while longer, until five in the evening, but Fu Nancheng still hadn’t returned.
She didn’t want to wait any longer, so she decided to go et Xie Qinghuan.
Thinking about it, she hadn’t seen her for a long ti, and she seed to be incredibly busy recently.
After giving her a call, Qiao Mo headed straight to her house and waited at the entrance for a while, successfully running into two young n holding flowers, looking deeply in love.
Each of the young n drove a flashy sports car, one bright yellow, the other bright red.
Qiao Mo thought to herself, add a green one and they’d be like a giant traffic light in the neighborhood.
But no need to say, from the looks of it, they were probably here to chase after Qinghuan; after all, Queen Qinghuan’s charm was irresistible.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, Xie Qinghuan finally returned.
Sure enough, as soon as she appeared, the two young n trying to outdo each other imdiately rushed forward, fearing they’d lose face to the other.
Over here, Xie Qinghuan saw Qiao Mo and was in a good mood.
But before she could get closer, her path was blocked by two oblivious n.
"Qinghuan, I really like you, can you give a chance? My feelings for you are genuine."
"No, I’m not interested in guys who wear shirts with vests and bow ties, so be sensible and get out of the way."
Xie Qinghuan walked straight ahead, and the two n kept retreating in front of her.
The thing was, she was wearing extrely high heels but was walking quickly, causing the two n to stagger several steps.
"Qinghuan, don’t listen to his nonsense, he’s not sincere... Yesterday I saw you with a young model, Qinghuan, I’m the one who’s truly sincere. Since I t you, my eyes and heart have been for you alone. My sincerity is as clear as heaven and earth."
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