Mu Chen did not mind being embarrassed as long as his grandmother was happy. When he returned to his room, he suddenly thought something and asked, "Song Ning, you already have a wedding dress. Why don't we get Anran and the others to make one in a similar style for Jiahui?"
Song Ning pursed her lips before she said with a smile, "Look at what you're saying. What do you mean by making one in a similar style? Marriage is an important thing; it's a once-in-a-lifetime event. How can we be careless? Of course, I'll get Anran to design a wedding dress for Jiahui, and my wedding dress can be used as a reference for hers."
Mu Chen smiled sheepishly.
After a moment, realization dawned on Song Ning, and she asked, "Despite your words, you don't want Jiahui to wear the same wedding dress as me, right?"
Mu Chen only smiled, but he did not say anything.
