Hearing the employees' praise, Mo Rao was in a daze.
She was also a woman, a woman who had once looked forward to romance and marriage.
How could she not like such a wedding dress?
"President Fu, you can also choose a toasting gown for Young Madam," a shop assistant reminded.
Fu Ying nodded. Under the introduction of the staff, he chose a beautiful dress for Mo Rao. It was very classical, dignified, exquisite, and beautiful. The workmanship wasn't inferior to that of the wedding dress.
After choosing her gown, the staff asked Mo Rao to try again.
However, Mo Rao was a little tired. She had yet to recover and didn't want to try it again. "This one will do. There's no need to try it."
"Okay!" The clerk nodded.
Mo Rao returned to the fitting room to change back into her clothes, but Fu Ying still followed her in.
Just as Mo Rao was about to take off her wedding dress, Fu Ying took out his phone and took a photo in the mirror.
