Jiang Youzhi seemed to understand something and whispered, "Then after we get married, you can tell me."
Yun Jiao felt Jiang Youzhi clearly guessed it; otherwise, he wouldn't have said such a thing.
Fortunately, Jiang Youzhi switched topics, "Mother asked me a few days ago, asking what time next year would be good for our wedding?"
"I think January would be perfect, don't you?" After all, January is the nearest month next year.
If possible, he wouldn't mind getting married on New Year's Day.
Yun Jiao naturally knew his thoughts and obediently responded with an "Mm".
At this moment, Jiang Youzhi glanced at the lantern-bearing old woman ahead, the maid beside her, and his servant behind him, sighing slightly.
He very much wanted to hug Jiao Jiao, but he didn't want the servants to look down on her because of it, so he restrained himself.
Shielded by the wide sleeves, he gently pinched her hand.
Yun Jiao forcefully returned the pinch.
