She viciously threw what she was holding onto Yan Xinxin's drawings, her face full of disdain.
"Make sure you arrive early when the time comes!"
Hearing her domineering words, Yan Xinxin lightly blinked her beautiful eyes, casually glanced at the thing thrown in front of her, then raised her hand, and directly threw the exquisitely designed wedding invitation into the trash can in front of Wen Xin.
Wen Xin saw this and widened her coquettish eyes.
"Mu Qianyuan, you..."
"Sorry, my husband and I are not interested in attending the wedding of a macho man and a green tea girl."
"What did you say!"
"No matter what I say, you can't understand, it seems like your nine-year compulsory education was for nothing."
"..."
"Leave immediately, you're not welcome here. The wedding and identity you gained by using the child in your belly makes me sick."
Yan Xinxin didn't even lift her eyes, her tone was indifferent as she finished speaking and continued to pick up her paintbrush.
