Butong and Xiaolan looked at each other and hurried upstairs.

"what's the matter

Li Wanyu stood in the room full of clothes, happily surrounded by a wedding dress, fondled it fondly, "my God, it's so beautiful, Butong, is this your wedding dress?"

"what are you doing?" Xiaolan rushed forward and pulled her back. "Did you wash your hands? Miss's wedding dress can't be washed. How can she wear it when you touch it? "

"I don't touch it. I'll wash my hands and put it on."

"what do you say?" Xiaolan almost doubted that she had heard it wrong. "You want to wear our young lady's wedding dress? Don't even...