Su Mo was dazed, unable to snap back to reality, as Zhao Changsheng and Jiang Yulian changed her into a dress—a shoulder-baring wedding gown that fit snugly at the waist, its size accurate to the last centimeter. The multi-layered skirt was carefully arranged and laid down by the two of them.
Her hair spilled over her shoulders, and her unpainted face glowed with a rosy and adorable freshness.
"That stinky man is really getting a bargain," Zhao Changsheng pinched Su Mo's face, with a look of regret on her face.
As soon as she finished speaking, the door to the room swung open and Lu Chen entered, clad in a black suit, striding in with a firm posture.
Seeing him, Su Mo's face turned red. She twirled in front of him, "Do I look good?"
"Very beautiful," Lu Chen took her hand and kissed it.
"Let's go, it's about time," Jiang Yulian said, patting Lu Chen's back and sniffing back her emotions.
