These days, some might opt for a traditional Chinese wedding, but it's the first time someone has brought an eight-lifted sedan chair to the Lufu Hotel, especially when someone at the back reminded—
"Please make way, the groom is coming out to greet the bride!"
The crowd turned their heads once again.
When Bo Jinlan, dressed in a red long gown, stepped out of the hotel lobby, the scene instantly erupted into a frenzy.
Men whistled, women screamed, and even passersby ran over to join the excitement...
Standing with the crowd at the entrance of the lobby, Xu Fenglai felt his scalp tingle at the noise.
Is it necessary?
Although that rascal does look quite dashing in a red robe...
He thought for a moment, then slightly lowered his head, "Niaoniao, why don't we try it too next time?"
Song Niaoniao, looking outside, didn't quite catch it, "What?"
Xu Fenglai had to repeat, "Next time when we get married, how about we try this kind of Chinese wedding?"
Song Niaoniao: "..."
