"Transfer it, if you're not satisfied with the transfer, do you still think you can leave?"
Lu Cheng hung up the phone and said, "Sister Xin, please don't make things difficult for me, I'll transfer it to you, okay?"
"Wife, how much do you think we should give to Sister Xin?"
"You name a number!"
"Our household is managed by you."
Mu Nanshu, smart and witty, didn't reply, only sneaking a laugh: "Sister Huang Xin, I haven't taken charge yet, you name the number yourself?"
How could Mu Nanshu ruin the bridesmaids' fun.
"Then at least four eights, 88.88, all our bridesmaids, one for each." Huang Xin shook her phone.
As soon as Huang Xin finished speaking, she suddenly realized she was being lifted up.
She let out a yelp, caught off guard.
Then she realized she was being carried, "Put me down."
Zeng Huanqi, mischievous as ever: "Don't yell at me, it was Lu Cheng who promised me, if I help him fetch the bride today, I can carry off a wife."
"I think, it should be you..."
