"There's no time for tomorrow." Rongyu's tone is firm.

Mo quietly put on the bar: "What about the day after tomorrow?"

Rong Yu finally frowned impatiently: "I have other things to do when I return home, and I don't have time to eat. Can you make way?"

"I know you came back to attend your beloved woman's wedding. Would you rather go to the wedding of a woman who dislikes you and others than go home and have a meal with your biological father? Dad misses you so much! "

Yung Yu seems to have been poked by her unwilling scar, her face faded, and she looked coldly at the...