Everyone joked and laughed as they arrived home. Lu Hanmo brought chairs from the dining room for everyone to sit down.
"Lu Shu, you should be able to attend my wedding, right?" Mo Shaoze looked at Lu Shu's bulging belly and asked with some concern. If Lu Shu couldn't attend, based on his understanding of Lu Hanmo, that would be mysterious. Lu Hanmo, known for doting on his wife like mad, would definitely not leave Luo Shu alone at home.
"It depends on the situation!" Luo Shu put down the juice in her hand and said. She was almost seven months pregnant now, and by the next month on the eighteenth, it would be nearly eight months. Nowadays, when she sleeps, the babies make it somewhat uncomfortable for her; she did not know what it would be like when she was eight months pregnant. Of course, if possible, she naturally wanted to attend Mo Shaoze's wedding.
