Almost as soon as Jiang Ran finished speaking, she saw Shen Yueyue shake her head.
Shen Yueyue suddenly shook her head, and Jiang Ran didn't quite understand what she meant.
Jiang Ran didn't ask, just watched quietly, waiting for her to speak.
Shen Yueyue smiled and then explained, "Sister Ranran, I don't plan on wearing a white wedding dress."
Jiang Ran looked at Shen Yueyue curiously, "You don't want to wear a white wedding dress? Then what style do you want?"
After hearing the question, Shen Yueyue's eyes began to shine.
"I want a Chinese style."
Hearing Shen Yueyue's words, Jiang Ran also started to laugh.
Compared to white wedding dresses, she actually preferred Chinese wedding attire.
Jiang Ran agreed immediately, "Alright! Then we'll make a Chinese-style one."
Jiang Ran agreed so readily that even Shen Yueyue was a bit surprised.
Although she knew Jiang Ran could make clothes and had seen her work before, she always thought Jiang Ran specialized in fashion.
