Huang Xiaojue said, his expression unchanged, "Mom, I'm busy right now. I'll hang up. In a few days, when I'm free, I'll come back with Xixi."
After he hung up, Yan Xixi asked cautiously, "What did your mom say?"
He said nonchalantly, "My mom asked me to bring you home for dinner."
She burst out laughing. "Xiaojue, you're lying!"
"How do you know?"
"Because every time you lie, your left eyebrow lifts slightly."
He chuckled too.
Yan Xixi sighed softly. "Xiaojue, we really can't rush into getting a marriage license before your mom agrees. Otherwise, we'll never have a peaceful life."
"Then I'll find another way. I refuse to believe she can stay stubborn forever."
If she were still under twenty-five, Yan Xixi would have secretly gotten the marriage license no matter how much his mother objected. She wouldn't have cared about having a simple wedding or even a secret one. But now, that was impossible. Marriages strongly opposed by parents, more often than not, ended in tragedy.
