On one side, Zhou Yueyao and her mother entered the store.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed, and she hurriedly picked it up to check the message.
She quickly put it back down, disappointed.
"Yueyao?" Mother Zhou looked at her, "When can Moyong come over?"
Zhou Yueyao hurriedly forced a smile, "Mom, Moyong is busy, don't rush him..."
"Busy, busy, busy! Even if he's so busy, can't he spare the time for a wedding dress photoshoot? Could he possibly be busier than your father?"
Mother Zhou was very dissatisfied, "I already felt he was a bit too old; at thirty-six, he's so much older than you. And he's still so inconsiderate! It was bad enough that he didn't try on the wedding clothes last time, but today, he actually doesn't show up for the wedding dress photoshoot. I even complained that the wedding was being arranged too hastily! What will we do if we don't have a single photo of the bride and groom together at the wedding? What will outsiders think? It really is worrying..."
