The sound seems to be getting more and more disorderly.

Muchu Dihu looked suspiciously at it. The first thing that caught his eye was the pile of clothes, followed by a few people.

"Hello, Mrs. Huo, we're Mr. Huo who arranged to dress Mrs. Huo."

"No, no."

She didn't plan to go. What else would she need to dress up?

However, these people did not give her any chance to resist at all. A dressmaker went straight to the front of her clothes and selected one or two pieces for Mu Chudi.

"Mrs. Huo, do you like these two?

Mu Chudi has a big stomach now, but the clothes he...