Lin Meijie nodded, "The master knows, and he agreed. It's mainly because of your father's health," she said, holding Tong Ran's hand, "Xiao Ran, you're the one who is being wronged, having to hold a wedding with such a big belly..."
Tong Ran didn't even have the strength to move the corners of her mouth. She lowered her eyes, and Lin Meijie continued, "Second Young Master, quickly help Xiao Ran back to rest. Don't worry about the wedding preparations; I will have someone inform you."
Mo Wenbin was given a sip of water, "You can all leave now. I'm not going to die anytime soon. I still need to watch you get married, so don't worry."
Mo Beiyan wrapped his arm around Tong Ran and walked outside. In the corridor, Mo Nanjue brushed past her shoulder, Tong Ran reached out and grabbed his wrist.
Mo Nanjue's steps paused, a pang of pain flashed in his eyes, but he turned around with a soft smile, "Sister-in-law, anything you need?"
Tong Ran looked at his face, "This morning you..."
