The musicians were stunned. Was this Miss Asia too fierce or what?
Under these circumstances, wouldn't any groom-to-be lose their temper?
Under the moonlight, silence fell over the scene.
No one dared to make a sound. The only thing audible was Jiayi's slightly labored breathing after fiercely throwing the ring.
To be fair, throwing a ring required strength, and for a pregnant woman carrying two Little Baozis, it was indeed a bit tiring.
Huo Zhenyang's handsome face turned pale, but he wasn't the least bit angry. Stretching out his arm, he grabbed her delicate hand and pulled her in:
"Careful with your back."
The musicians who understood Chinese took a deep breath—
Mr. Huo didn't show the slightest anger, only an overwhelming sense of indulgence and affection.
