The two of them sat down by the lake. Zhao Xijun rubbed his hands together, breathed out a puff of white mist in the cold air, and turned to ask, "Mufeng, my boy, what month are you planning to hold the wedding?"
Mufeng Su shook his head and looked out over the calm surface of the lake, the emotional turbulence in his heart having long since settled.
"Once I head back to Jindu and wrap up everything on my hands, we'll hold the wedding."
Chapter 611