Li Ruoyao's wedding dress was custom-made by Susan, a famous wedding dress designer from France. Not only was the design one-of-a-kind, but the price tag was also quite breathtaking. However, to the Zhou family, it was merely a drop in the bucket.
Zhou Congli parked his car and entered the boutique. After asking the shop assistant for the fitting room Li Ruoyao was using, he headed straight over, completely oblivious to the assistant's hesitant gaze behind him.
He walked into the very last fitting room area. Rows of exquisitely crafted wedding dresses greeted him, but there wasn't a single staff member in sight. A hint of confusion flashed through his eyes. Seeing the curtain of one of the fitting rooms swaying slightly, he approached it, only to hear a woman's muffled groan immediately followed by an indescribable, rhythmic slapping sound.
