An Ziqi turned her head to look at Xiao Moli, who had a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he led her forward by the hand.
The wedding gowns in front of her ranged from strapless to long and short, made of various materials and fashioned in numerous styles.
She had always been easygoing about her attire. More often than not, Moli would arrange for her everyday clothes, shoes, and bags to be delivered straight to their home. She never had to ponder over such matters.
Despite all the wedding dresses being white, An Ziqi was still spoilt for choice and couldn't make a decision.
Xiao Moli pointed at a dress, chuckling softly, and suggested, "Try this one on."
Obediently, An Ziqi took the dress into the fitting room. She was in there for quite a long time without coming out.
The staff was growing concerned, considering whether they should send a female staffer to check on her and perhaps hurry her along.