Leng Lingxiao hooked a smile and then took a dark red shirt down from the rolling clothes rack.
"Yep, this one is better, festive!"
Shen Yiming: "..."
Probably afraid others will say you're robbing the cradle, huh?
"That won't do, the buttons are too showy."
Within half an hour, Shen Yiming watched Leng Lingxiao pacing back and forth in front of the mirror, changing between eight or nine shirts, and trying on tie after tie.
"Hey, I say, are you done primping yet?"
"Someone will come to inform us when it's time."
"You still have 30 minutes to..."
"30 minutes? That soon? Forget it, let's just switch back to this one, it's more decent."
"Don't tell me the ones delivering the dowry... aren't direct relatives from the Wang Family, right? I remember they usually arrange for two kids to lead the procession, don't they?"
"We can't let Tangtang lose face though."
Shen Yiming: "..."
